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First officer's log, stardate 41986.0.

We are awaiting
the return of Captain Picard

who was summoned to Starbase 718
for an emergency conference.

Meanwhile, our sensors have been
monitoring an ancient capsule

floating in our vicinity
which appears to be from Earth.

I wonder how it got out here.

At its present speed and heading,

it will eventually enter
the Kazis Binary system

and will certainly be destroyed.

I could attach a tractor beam
and adjust its heading.

I think not, Mr. Worf.
It's just a piece of space debris.

If we hadn't been
waiting for the captain,

we wouldn't have noticed it.
Let it be. Let nature take its course.

How long
until Captain Picard returns?

The last communication indicated
it would be several hours.

Commander, request permission
to investigate this vehicle.

Why, Data? It's just a derelict.

It is a piece of history.

The opportunity to examine
such an ancient vehicle

does not come around very often,
and as you pointed out,

- we do have the time.
- Very well.

Be prepared to beam back
before the captain returns.

- Thank you, sir.
- Lieutenant Worf, go with him.

Aye, sir.

Minimal oxygen atmosphere.

An ancient solar generator,
still operating.

Commander, look at this.

The onboard computers
have ceased functioning.

I may be able to download
this old-style disk drive

back to the Enterprise.

Must be sealed, probably with age.

Ah. Not necessary.

The seal has been broken
and the environment corrupted.

Here's another.

This one is empty.

Commander, look at this.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission:
to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Were they frozen
for an extended journey?

If that were the purpose,
there would be evidence

of a more sophisticated
monitoring system.

These containers were designed
solely for refrigeration.

The captain's shuttle is approaching
the main shuttle bay, sir.

Enterprise, this is the captain.

Number One, I want to get under way
as soon as the shuttle is secure.

Aye, sir. We'll make all preparations.

Commander Data,
return to the Enterprise immediately.

We have
run into an unusual situation, sir.

There are people on board. Frozen.

Frozen? How many?

Three. The vehicle has suffered
severe damage.

Most of her systems have failed.

Are you suggesting
they be transferred to the Enterprise?

I do not believe
we should leave them here, sir.

With your permission,

we will be returning
with three containers.

Whatever you do, do it quickly.

Mr. La Forge,
set course 058, mark 173.

- Laying it in, sir.
- Number One,

I want a staff meeting
on the observation deck.

Captain, those coordinates
will take us right into the Neutral Zone.

That is correct, Mr. La Forge.
Warp factor 8.

- Aye, sir, warp 8.
- Engage.

Two Federation outposts in Sector 30
have been destroyed.

There's been no communication
with Federation starbases

in Sector 31
since stardate 41903.2.

Romulans.

That's the assumption.

There has been
no direct contact with the Romulans

since the Tomed Incident.

The questions are: Why now?
What's their objective?

For 50 years, there's barely
a whisper out of them,

and now, for no apparent reason,
they seem to be back with a roar.

Everything we know about them
is based on rumor or conjecture.

The strategic decision
is to send one ship.

The Enterprise.

We could get out there and
find ourselves greatly overmatched.

True enough. It's a gamble.

This first encounter
coming so suddenly after all this time.

We have to assume it's a setup.

If force is necessary, we will use it,
but that will mean we have failed.

Our goal here is to establish some kind
of relations with the Romulans.

If we don't succeed,
then to convince them of our resolve.

The general feeling at Starfleet
is that they are seeking confrontation.

They may want to test
themselves in battle

against a Federation starship.

See how far we have advanced.

If that is the case,
then I need to know it.

Counselor, I shall need
a full profile of them.

There is limited information,
but I will prepare something.

Computer, estimated time of arrival
at the Neutral Zone.

Nineteen hours, 28 minutes.

Let's re-assemble in six hours.

Stay sharp, no surprises.

I would rather out-think them
than out-fight them. Questions?

- What is it, Doctor?
- It's the people from the capsule.

Capsule? People? What people?

- The people Data beamed over.
- I wasn't aware that he had.

Well, he did, and they were frozen.
I thawed them.

- You what?
- Well, I didn't know what else to do.

The crypts in which they were frozen
were literally falling apart.

So, what's their condition?

Right now, they're all sleeping.

Each of them needed
minor medical attention.

Minor now, but then, their conditions
were obviously terminal.

One had a heart problem,

another had an advanced case
of emphysema

with extensive liver damage.

You know,
the most surprising thing of all

is that each of them
had been frozen after they died.

After they died?

Cryonics.

It was a kind of fad
in the late 20th century.

People feared dying.

It terrified them.

So at the moment of death,
they would be frozen.

So that later,
sometime in the future,

presumably when medical science
had found a cure

for whatever killed them,
they could be thawed back to life,

healed, and sent on
about their business.

Well, in the case of this group,
it apparently worked.

Mr. Data, will you report
to Sickbay?

Immediately.

Look, I am never critical
of any member of my staff

being curious.

- But it's just that the timing was so--
- I could not leave them there, captain.

The condition of their vehicle
was deteriorating.

But, Data, they were already dead.

I mean, what more
could have happened to them?

I see your point, captain,

but at the time,
it seemed the proper thing to do.

Well, they're alive now.

We're gonna have to treat them
as living human beings.

Alive and well
and ready to be awakened.

Look, before you wake them up,
I wanna have security here.

Lieutenant Worf, report to Sickbay.

I have them sedated now,

but they should be up and about
as soon as possible.

Well,

then we have no other choice.

None that I can see.

Welcome to the 24th century.

I was able to retrieve some information
from the ancient disk

I removed
from the module's computer.

Her name is Clare Raymond.

Age, 35. Occupation, homemaker.

Must be some kind
of construction work.

She died of an embolism.
It probably happened very suddenly.

Otherwise, her physical condition
was excellent.

His name is Ralph Offenhouse.

- Age, 55. Occupation, financier.
- Advanced cardiomyopathy.

Inoperable at the time,
but easily correctable now.

He must have known his condition
was terminal for quite some time.

Much of his file
we could not retrieve.

His name is L.Q. Sonny Clemonds.

Apparently his occupation
had something to do with music.

There was marked deterioration

in every system of his body.

Probably from massive
chemical abuse.

Unbelievable.

Sounds like someone who hated life.

Yet he had himself frozen

presumably so he could
go through it all again.

Too afraid to live, too scared to die.

Well, doctor, this seems to be
a situation more suited to your talents.

I'll leave it with you.
I'll be on the Bridge.

Number One.

Kindly take charge of our guests
until we have time to decide

- what we're going to do with them.
- Aye, sir.

Number One,

keep them out of my way.

I know this is all very confusing to you,
so I'll attempt to explain.

You are on
the starship USS Enterprise.

American?

No, it's a vessel
of the United Federation of Planets,

and Earth is a member.

Uh, what year is this?

By your calendar, 2364.

What?

My heart. Is it...?

It's perfectly fine.

In fact, all of you
are now in excellent health.

It worked.

I made it.

What is that?

An android.

Uh, you mean a robot?

Actually, there is a distinct difference
between an android and a robot.

And him?
The one I saw before, with the head?

She means Worf.

He's a Klingon.

That takes a little more explanation.

Now, listen, guys,
I paid some idiot a lot of money

to freeze me when I died,
and I just got to hear the words.

- Am I alive?
- Oh, yes.

- Absolutely.
- And the liver

that was about to explode
in my face?

Perfectly sound.

Excuse me.

Could someone please tell me
what's going on here?

About 370 years ago,
you died of a massive embolism.

I don't remember
anything about that.

You and the others were frozen.

Uh, cryonics, you know.

It's "freeze you now
and heal you later."

Yeah, I've heard of it.
I just never gave it much thought.

How did we get here?

You were in a space module.

The wacko that sold me this scam
said that by putting us in orbit,

there wasn't gonna be no chance
of a brownout.

Yes, several cryonics companies
fell into disrepute

because of power failures,

which adversely affected
their refrigeration system.

Their stocks
were severely depressed.

Well, the whole deal was a long shot,
but I figured what the hell,

might as well give them the dough
instead of leaving it to my ex-wives.

But, you know, son, I just figured
it was all a bunch of hooey.

Hooey?

Ah. As in hogwash, malarkey, jive.
An intentional fabrication.

There you go, now you got it.

Now, if you didn't contract for this,
who did?

It must have been
my husband, Donald.

If it was new and foolish,
he would have popped for it.

Well, I'll say this for it, it's the first
thing he's ever bought into that worked.

I, for one, never had a doubt.
Heh. My stock in this company

must have split
at least a dozen times by now.

Actually, the process of cryonics
was never more than a fad

and did not continue
much beyond the mid-21st century.

Uh-huh.

I need to make a phone call
as soon as possible.

- A phone call?
- Yes, I have provided for myself.

I have a substantial portfolio,
and it's critical that I check on it.

Let the bank know
that I'm alive and well.

Uh...

It's going to be a little difficult
right at the moment--

Well, do you at least have a copy
of The Wall Street Journal?

I think we should
take the doctor's advice.

Take this very slowly
until we've all adjusted,

and then we'll talk to the captain.

As you know, sir, there is very little
available on the Romulans.

Counselor, anything will be helpful.

They seem to be creatures
of extremes.

One moment,
violent beyond description,

the next tender.

They are related to the Vulcans,
but as each race developed,

their differences grew wider.

They're intensely curious.

Their belief in their own superiority
is beyond arrogance.

For some reason, they have exhibited
a fascination with humans,

and it is that fascination
more than anything else,

that has kept the peace.

One other thing,
they will not initiate anything.

They will wait for you
to commit yourself.

Counterpunches.
Thank you, counselor.

That's quite valuable.

Talk.

I'd like me, uh,
a thick Kansas City steak,

and, uh, some country-fried potatoes,
and, uh, a mess of greens.

Oh, hell, just forget all that
and give me a martini.

Straight up, with, uh, two olives.

For the vitamins.

Whew.

Is something wrong?

Wrong?

Well, only that your computer here
fixed about the best martini I ever had.

Oh, I might just get to like this place.

Let's see if the Braves are on.
How do you turn on this TV?

- TV?
- Yeah, the boob tube.

I'd like to see how the Braves
are doing after all this time.

Probably still finding ways to lose.

I believe he means television, sir.

That particular form of entertainment
did not last much beyond

the year 2040.

Well, what do you guys do?

I mean, you don't drink
and you ain't got no TV.

It must be kind of boring, ain't it?

Number One.

Riker here.

Would you and Mr. Data
report to the Bridge?

- At once, sir.
- Uh...

With, uh, whom were you speaking?

- The captain.
- Good.

Would you, uh, tell him
that I would like to see him

as soon as it's convenient?

What's gonna happen to us?

Do we stay here with you?
Do we go back to Earth?

- That will all be up to the captain.
- Well, get him in here.

I have to phone Geneva right away
about my accounts. Heh.

Why, the interest alone
could be enough to buy this ship.

The Yankee's right.
Let's get the big boy in here.

I'll pass along your request.
If you'll excuse us.

Duty calls. Hey, I understand.

Why don't you come back later on?

You and me will find us
a couple of low-mileage pit-woofies

and help them build a memory.

- What is to be done with them, sir?
- I don't know.

Commander,
a low-mileage pit-woofie?

This time you've got me.
I haven't a clue.

They are the most unusual humans
I have ever encountered.

Well, from what I've seen
of our guests,

there's not much to redeem them.

Makes one wonder how our species
survived the 21st century.

- Report.
- We are six hours

from the Neutral Zone.

I've been unable
to establish communications

with any Federation colony
or station in this vicinity.

How many outposts
are there in the sector?

Nine.

We should work under
the assumption

- that they've all been destroyed.
- By the Romulans?

It fits their historical pattern.

Since we have had no contact
with the Romulans

for 53 years, 7 months, 18 days,

we must consider that the information
we do have is out of date.

Positive side of that is that
the information they have about us

is also out of date.

Captain, I think it's that lack
of information that this is all about.

- Go on.
- In my opinion,

the Romulans want a confrontation,
specifically with us.

The Enterprise?

Well, not by name,
but the Federation.

They know that the Federation
will send their best.

It will give them a perfect chance
to see firsthand

how far we've advanced,
both in technology and technique.

What are you recommending?

I'm not sure
I have a specific recommendation.

Perhaps we should assume
the initiative.

I agree with Commander Riker.

This may be our only opportunity.
We should seize it.

Mr. Data?

The strategy is built
on a single premise.

The hostile intent of the Romulans.

If the premise is sound,
so is the proposal.

If their intention isn't hostile,
what is it?

Captain Picard?

This is Captain Picard.
To whom am I speaking?

Ralph Offenhouse.

I need to talk to you.

What is going on here,
Number One?

Did you give him permission
to contact me?

Of course not. He must have seen me
use the comm panel.

Listen, Mr., um, Offenhouse, we're in
a very important conference right now.

I'm sick and tired of being put off
by you and your staff.

This is the worst-run ship
I have ever been on.

You should take some lessons
from the QE2.

Now that's an efficient operation.

Data, identify. What is a QE2?

It was a passenger liner which
mostly travelled Earth's Atlantic Ocean

during the late 20th
and early 21st centuries.

He's comparing the Enterprise
to a cruise ship?

Captain Picard,
I demand that you see me.

I think I have been very,
very patient.

I demand a phone or a radio,
or whatever else you have.

But frankly, enough is enough.

Especially under the circumstances

and considering what I've paid
for this procedure.

I must make contact with my law--

I'm Captain Picard.

Excellent.

Now maybe we'll be able to get
some things straightened out.

We may, indeed.

Those comm panels
are for official ship business.

Well, if they're so important,
why don't they need an executive key?

Aboard a starship,
all that is not necessary.

We are all capable
of exercising self-discipline.

Now, you will refrain
from using them.

- Now, just a minute.
- We are in a very serious

and potentially dangerous situation.

I'm sure whatever it is
seems very important to you.

But my situation is far more critical.

I don't think you are aware
of your situation.

Or of how much time has passed.

Believe me, I'm fully cognizant
of where I am, and when.

It is simply
that I have more to protect

than a man in your position
could possibly imagine.

No offense meant.

But a military career has never been
considered to be upwardly mobile.

I must contact my lawyer.

Your lawyer's been dead
for centuries.

Yes, of course I know that.

But he was a full partner
in a very important firm.

Rest assured,
that firm is still operating.

That's what all this is about.

A lot has changed
in the past 300 years.

People are no longer obsessed
with the accumulation of things.

We have eliminated hunger, want,
the need for possessions.

We've grown out of our infancy.

You've got it all wrong.

It has never been
about possessions.

It's about power.

- Power to do what?
- To control your life. Your destiny.

That kind of control is an illusion.

Really?

I'm here, aren't I?

I should be dead, but I'm not.

What is it?

I don't know.
It just started and it won't stop.

I keep thinking about my boys.

Counselor Troi,
will you report to the guest lounge?

Captain, we are
approaching Science Station Delta 05.

Slow to half impulse.
I'm on my way.

Uh, captain,

I need to see
that pretty little doctor of yours.

I'll inform her.

Captain, I didn't mean
to come on so strong.

It's just that I've built my whole life
on knowing what's going on

and for the first time,
I feel completely out of touch.

It's, uh, making me crazy.
You can understand that.

That's the first thing you've said
I do understand.

I'll see what I can do.

And, please,
stay off the comm panels.

Counselor, will you get those people
under control?

We cannot afford
this continuing distraction.

Yes, sir.

Hello.

My name's Deanna.

They sent you here
to settle me down?

I'm the ship's counselor.

I thought you might want to talk.

The local shrink.

I'm sorry.
I'm not familiar with that term.

It doesn't matter.

You're feeling profoundly sad.

I can't stop crying.

I miss my sons.

And then I think,
I'm here, but they're gone.

Donald, that's my husband.

I love that man,

but good intentions aside,
he'd mess up a free lunch.

Why on Earth he ever decided
to do this?

He must have thought
you would have wanted it.

No, I can tell you exactly
what happened.

He couldn't think
about going on alone.

I died, and he couldn't face it,
so he figured he'd have me frozen,

and in his mind I wasn't really gone.

Sounds crazy,
but you'd have to know Donald.

I wish I knew what happened
to my children.

Did they get married?
Did they have kids?

Let's see if we can find out.

Computer, this is Counselor Troi.

Request personal history on...

What are their names?

Um, Tommy, he's eight,
and Eddie is five.

Full names, date and place of birth.

Um, they were born in Secaucus,
that's in Jersey.

Can this really work?

Can this tell me
what's happened to them?

Well, there must be a record
somewhere.

There's a good chance
we can find it.

Well, whether we do or not,
I want to thank you for trying.

Uh, date of birth.

Tommy was born February 17th.

Well, I just got to have a little
something to jump-start the morning,

a little something else
to shut down the night.

You have no medical need.

Well, it ain't a matter of need, darling.
It's a matter of survival.

- Sorry.
- Not to worry.

Old Watosh will scuffle along
the best way he can.

How do I get hold of that fellow
with the strange-looking face?

I beg your pardon?

What's his name,
that, uh, android fellow?

You mean
Lieutenant Commander Data.

That's the one.

I'll let him know
you're looking for him.

Much obliged.

You know,
you're just about the prettiest

little old doctor I ever seen.

Much obliged.

This is amazing. It's all right here.

Ten generations of your progeny.

Everyone I've ever known is dead.

Uh, do you mind? I'd like to be alone.

No. Not at all.

You asked to see me?

Hey, look, I'm about to go out
of my mind for something to do.

I mean, sitting here alone
just don't get it.

Now, what say
you and I put together a little party?

- A celebration?
- No, nothing that fancy.

Just some folks, some suds,
and some sounds.

Hell, it ain't nothing
but something to do.

- I will speak to the captain.
- Great.

- You do that.
- Inquiry.

You do not seem to be having
as much difficulty

adjusting to your current
circumstances as the others.

You mean being here on this tub?

Four hundred years
from where I started?

Oh, heck, it's the same dance,
it's just a different tune.

You think anybody here
has got a guitar I could borrow?

No. But the computer can replicate
such an instrument.

I was kind of hoping to get one
while I still remember the chords.

Commander Data,

we are approaching
the Neutral Zone.

- Report to the Bridge.
- I must leave now.

Uh, what's this Neutral Zone?

It is a buffer
between the Romulan Empire

and the Federation.

Why does that make me nervous?

I do not know.

Well, we won't be inviting
these Romulans to our party, will we?

No. That would not be appropriate.

Captain's log, supplemental.

We have arrived at the edge
of the Neutral Zone

where we will now have
an opportunity to learn firsthand

what happened
to our distant outpost.

Captain, there is nothing left
of outpost Delta 05.

Must have been
one hell of an explosion.

Sensors indicate no evidence
of conventional attack.

Can you determine what happened?

The outpost was not just destroyed.

It's as though some great force
just scooped it off

the face of the planet.

Could it have been
a natural phenomenon?

Insufficient information, sir.

- Mr. La Forge.
- Sir?

Set course
for the next closest station.

Aye, sir.

I have spent my entire career

being able to tell
when the other guy's mouth is dry.

There is something going on here,
something serious.

The tension level on this ship
has jumped up.

Well, even if you're right,
what can we do about it?

And besides,
these old boys here don't need us

telling them where the bear sits.

Look here what that young fellow
made for me.

How did he do that?

He called it a pattern replication.

It plays real good too.

I'm trying to tell you
that there is a situation

developing on this vessel
that directly affects us!

And all you can talk about
is that stupid guitar.

Hey. Now, these folks don't need
us swimming in their soup.

So why don't you just relax
and let them do their jobs?

Well, that may be all right for you,

but I am not willing to allow
my fate to be decided by others.

I at least wanna know
what is going on.

We are approaching Tarod Nine.

The condition is identical, captain.

Everyone and everything is gone.

Captain, I strongly recommend
that we go to red alert.

If the Romulans have improved
their cloaking device,

and we'd be fools
to believe they haven't,

we should assume
a more defensive posture.

I agree, captain.

I recommend we go immediately
to battle stations.

I appreciate your advice and concern,
but this is not the time for rash actions.

We are still investigating.

There are three other stations
in this sector we have to visit.

Let's proceed in a calm
and orderly manner.

If not battle stations, may we at least
take the ship to yellow alert?

Yes, Number One,
that would be prudent. Make it so.

All decks, yellow alert.

Um, now, let's see. Uh...

I wanna go to the, um...

To the, um...

Where would the captain be?

Captain Picard
is located on the Main Bridge.

Well, then, uh,
take me to the Main Bridge.

Captain, my sensors indicate
a disturbance.

It is large and moving,

but I cannot get a positive lock,
nor can I get it on the viewscreen.

- Shields up.
- Aye, sir.

Captain, I recommend
we transfer all power to phasers

- and arm the photon torpedoes.
- Wait.

If that is a Romulan ship,
they will read our intent.

It'll force them
into taking up a similar posture.

We don't want to engage in battle.

Captain, this is sufficient evidence.
Outposts have been destroyed.

Countless lives have been lost.

I have a positive lock.

They are disengaging
their cloaking device.

They will only be vulnerable
for an instant as they become visible.

Captain, this may be
our only chance.

No.

- Where are they?
- The signal is weakening.

I've lost them.

Damn.

Mr. Data, are your sensors
picking up anything?

You should be detecting
a disturbance.

Negative, sir.

We wanted to know if they had
improved their cloaking device.

Guess we have our answer.

They were trying to determine
our intent.

They wanted to see if we would fire.

Who the hell are they?

Get that man off the Bridge, now.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- Captain, they're back.

Amazing.

I never thought I'd see
a Romulan vessel. Not this close.

The last time we encountered them
was decades ago.

Cost thousands of lives.

I can believe that.

Stay calm, everyone.

Open hailing frequencies.

Captain, these are Romulans.

They are without honor.

They killed my parents
in an attack on Khitomer

when they were supposed
to be our allies.

They believe humans and Klingons
are a waste of skin.

Lieutenant, control your emotions.

Please, open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open.

Romulan vessel,
this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the USS Enterprise.

Sensors indicate all of their systems
are armed, sir.

But they've not fired.

I am Commander Tebok.

Commander, you have crossed
the Neutral Zone.

This is Federation territory.

It was necessary.

It might be viewed
as an act of aggression.

If our intent were aggression,
you would not be here now.

If we go to war, let us be sure
it is for the right reason.

We are here because our outposts,

which border on the Neutral Zone,
were also attacked.

Destroyed in the exact
same manner as your own.

Even so, what gives them the right
to enter Federation space?

Silence your dog, captain.

Lieutenant Worf's question is valid.

To even ask such a question
implies that we need permission.

We do not.

Do you think that we attacked
your outposts?

Once we realized
the level of destruction,

we knew
it could not have been you.

Who is responsible?

They haven't got a clue.

They're hoping you know.

But they're too arrogant to ask.

You're out of line, mister.

Yes, but it's a correct assessment.

We do not know who is responsible.

Why entire outposts on both sides
have been carried off.

I would like to offer a proposal.

An alliance?

Between he Romulans
and the Federation?

Nothing so grandiose.

Just this.

Cooperation.

There was an intent here.
Whoever or whatever did this

is more powerful than either of us.

Let's collaborate.

Let's share whatever we learn
about what has happened here.

Agreed. On this one issue.

And only if it is convenient
and appropriate at the time.

Captain Picard,

because your actions are those
of a thoughtful man, I'll tell you this.

Matters more urgent
caused our absence.

Now, witness the result.

Outposts destroyed.

Expansion of the Federation
everywhere.

Yes, we have indeed
been negligent, captain.

But no more.

Commander, we've made
some progress here.

Let's not ruin it
with unnecessary posturing.

Your presence is not wanted.

Do you understand
my meaning, captain?

We are back.

I think our lives just became
a lot more complicated.

Get him off my Bridge.

I found something.

I've been able to locate a family
living just outside of Indianapolis.

The man's name
is Thomas Raymond.

That's-- That's my son's name.
My son's name is Tommy.

Computer, let us see
Thomas Raymond.

Oh, my God.

That's Donald. That's my husband.

Actually, it's your great, great,
great, great, great-grandson.

He's the spitting image.

Well, I have his address.

When you get back to Earth,
you can go and see him.

Oh, oh, no, I'll be out of time. A relic.

Perhaps.

But it's a place to start.

After all, he is family.

There's no denying that.

Here's what I propose.

You can't stay on the Enterprise,

but I have arranged for us
to rendezvous

with the USS Charleston
bound for Earth.

They will deliver you there.

Then what will happen to us?

There's no trace of my money.

My office is gone.

What will I do? How will I live?

This is the 24th century.

Material needs no longer exist.

Then what's the challenge?

The challenge, Mr. Offenhouse,
is to improve yourself.

To enrich yourself.

Enjoy it.

Well, one good thing is
since everybody's forgotten everything

I ever did, it'll all be
brand-spanking new.

I'll be a bigger hit than I ever was.

Perhaps so. Anything is possible.

Well, what say, son?

You'd make a hell of a sideman.

That offer does present
a certain fascination.

Captain, I've plotted a course
to intercept the Charleston,

but they just informed me
that they'll be making

an extended stop at Arloff IX.

Your point, Mr. La Forge?

Well, at warp 8,
we could have our guests

at Starbase 39 Sierra in five days.

Take months off their journey.

But they'll benefit
from the extended time.

It'll allow them to acclimate
before returning to Earth.

It's a pity we can't
take them there ourselves.

Having them on board
is like a visit from the past.

That would take us
in the wrong direction.

Our mission is to go forward.

And it's just begun.

Set velocity,

warp 6, Mr. La Forge.

Aye, sir, warp 6.

There's still much to do.

Still so much to learn.

Mr. La Forge,

engage.