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Captain's Log, Stardate 44631.2.

We are proceeding through the rim

of an uncharted binary star system

where we may have located the USS Brittain.

The missing science vessel failed to arrive

at its destination and has not been heard from

since a distress call, 29 days ago.

On screen.

Magnify.

That's the Brittain, all right.

The ship is intact, sir

with no indication of structural damage.

Engines?

All propulsion systems are shut down.

The ship is drifting, sir.

Life-form readings?

Inconclusive.

Counselor?

There is life on board, but...

What is it?

I don't know.

Something...

Number One, assemble your team.

Dr. Crusher, report to Transporter Room Three.

Worf. Data.

Commander.

I need to come, too.

There is no malfunction in any of the main systems, sir.

Commander.

Here's another one.

This was done by a phaser on a setting of six or seven.

And more over here.

The entire Bridge crew.

Whoever did this could still be on the ship.

There is someone still alive

but he didn't kill these people.

Here.

I think he's Betazoid.

It's all right.

We're going to help you.

Who did this?

Who did this to you?

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.

We've almost finished the autopsies, Captain.

How long will it take to compile the data?

It's complicated.

The dead were found all over the ship.

Some were found locked in their rooms, barricaded

with weapons piled all around them.

Others were found in the corridors

where they'd obviously had hand-to-hand combat.

It's going to take some time

to analyze and sort through the details.

We've identified him as Andrus Hagen from Betazed.

Scientific advisor.

He's in a profound catatonic state.

I'm not getting much, Captain.

A few words, disconnected phrases.

I can feel his terror

but I can't seem to get through to him.

Stay with him, Counselor.

We're examining the Brittain for clues

but this is the only man left

who knows what happened there.

I'm here.

I'm right here.

Out there...

voices...

Voices?

What do they say?

Both things...

no... no...

Keep talking to me.

I'll try to understand.

All the engines check out perfectly, Commander.

Once we get them started

the Brittain can get back to Starbase under her own power.

Let's give it a try.

Preheating injectors.

Data, fuel flow?

Matter valves are open and operating.

Magnetic containment of antimatter pods is constant.

Okay, open injectors.

Injectors open.

There is no engine activity at all, sir.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

I don't understand it.

Come.

I've been studying the autopsy reports.

The conclusion is appalling.

There was no outside source.

No alien presence.

All 34 of them appear to have killed each other.

What could have caused such an event?

Drugs?

A virus? Poison?

Toxicological tests

showed no unusual substances in their systems

and they all appear to be in good health

but, for whatever reason

they seemed to turn against each other

using phasers and knives and bare hands.

I'd like you to see this, Captain.

It's from the logs of the Brittain.

Captain Zaheva's mental condition

deteriorated steadily once they had become stranded.

She began talking of plots and mutinies.

This was the last entry in the log

made after they had been adrift for over three weeks.

First Officer Brink and his men were behind it.

They got to the engines.

They don't work anymore.

Had to eliminate Brink.

The ship is out of...

out of...

We're running out...

Too dangerous...

Out of Brink...

and his men...

Eyes...

in the dark...

One moon...

Where are you?

I'm coming. Where are you?

Eyes...

in the dark...

One moon...

Eyes...

in the dark...

One moon...

circles...

See the eyes...

in the dark...

One moon...

Where are you?!

... in the dark...

One moon...

Captain's Log, Stardate 44635.8.

Four days have passed

but we have made little progress

in solving the mystery of the Brittain.

I have decided we should return to Starbase 220.

And to that end, Commander La Forge is rigging

the Brittain for towing.

I'm going to try recalibrating the field generators.

I still don't see

why we can't get the engines started.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Someone's still here.

What did you say, Ensign?

Can't you hear it?

There's someone still alive on the ship.

I heard...

I...

I mean, I thought I heard something.

The ship was searched thoroughly.

There's nobody left on board.

Sorry, sir.

My mistake.

Don't worry about it.

There were 34 people found dead on this ship.

That's enough to make anybody uneasy.

Thank you, sir.

I'm here.

Can you hear me?

Tell me about the voices you hear.

Bright...

bright...

out there...

I don't understand.

Bright what?

Tell me more.

Boy, what a day this was.

I'm doing an isozyme study on some populations of Cardilia

but they're turning out

to have these really weird polymorphisms.

What a headache.

Is that why you're late?

Oh, no, I had a conference with Dr. Balthus.

She wants to do a study on the laticifer ontogeny

of the Kaladian thorn flower

but I don't have time to oversee another project.

Was Tom Corbin there?

What?

Tom Corbin... from the Science Lab.

Remember him?

Of course, I remember him, but...

You use any excuse you can to pay him a visit.

Miles, what are you saying?

I think you know exactly what I'm saying.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous.

You take me for a fool.

Hello, Chief.

Having coffee?

No, I'm drinking too much coffee.

Kind of a surprise to see you here at this hour.

Yeah? Why is that?

Not out of the honeymoon yet.

Usually, newlyweds can't keep their hands off each other.

She has work to do.

She heads up the plant biology lab, you know?

Any strange things going on down there?

Like what?

I've been hearing things.

Kenicki, in Engineering

told me he saw a man in an old Starfleet uniform

riding the lift near the engine core.

When the lift got to the top, there was no one on it.

- Ghost stories. - There's more.

There's lots more.

There are strange things happening on this ship, O'Brien.

I'm surprised at you, Gillespie.

A Starfleet officer?

I have more things to worry about than shades and spirits.

Come.

Come!

Yes, yes.

Come.

What...?

Captain, do you have a moment?

We're concerned.

We're afraid whatever happened

on the Brittain may be starting here.

Explain.

Well, Beverly and I have been getting unusual reports.

People behaving strangely.

Others hearing sounds that aren't there.

Are we talking about hallucinations?

In some cases.

In others, just erratic behavior.

We can't track down

any element that might be responsible.

But everything started when we found the Brittain.

Yes.

Captain, we have to get the Enterprise away from here

before it gets any worse.

We're preparing to take the Brittain in tow.

We'll be on our way within the hour.

Ensign, maneuver us into tractor beam range.

Aye, sir.

Is there a problem, Ensign?

I... can't seem to remember

how to enter the coordinates, sir.

Ensign Lin.

Ready now, Captain.

Report to Sick Bay, Ensign Rager.

Ready tractor beam, Mr. Worf.

Captain, thrusters are losing power.

Impulse engines... ahead minimum power.

Impulse engines are not responding, sir.

Geordi, what's going on down there?

I don't know, sir.

Nothing's responding.

Go to warp engines, factor one.

Engage.

Captain

we don't have warp drive, either.

We have no functional propulsion systems?

No, sir.

Apparently, we do not.

We're adrift.

Just like the Brittain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 44639.9.

The Enterprise has now been adrift for a total of ten days.

We have sent subspace distress calls

but because of our distant location

we cannot expect a response for at least another two weeks.

After analyzing the sensor logs

of the Brittain and the Enterprise

as well as the data from the last series of probes

I conclude that we have become trapped

in a massive rupture in space

into which energy is absorbed.

You mean a Tyken's Rift?

A what?

A rare anomaly, named after Bela Tyken

a Melthusian captain who first encountered it.

Tyken's Rift.

That would explain why we don't have engine power.

The ship's energy is being drained

into the fissure before we can utilize it.

I was detained.

When Tyken was trapped in the rift

his analysis determined that a massive energy release

might overload and dislocate the anomaly.

Fortunately, his cargo included anicium and yurium

which he used to detonate the explosion.

He then escaped through the ruptured center of the rift.

But we aren't carrying anything

that could produce that kind of an explosion.

Not even our photon torpedoes would be enough.

Couldn't we replicate the elements that Tyken used?

No, sir. We no longer have the power

to reproduce complex elements in the replicator.

We must find a way to generate a violent energy release

without using conventional means.

Data, in Tyken's experience

did the crew exhibit behavioral changes?

No. There were no reports of unusual conduct among the crew.

What about nightmares?

There were no records

of sleep disturbances of any kind, Counselor.

Then...

what is it?

What's happening to us?

The only one who doesn't seem affected by all this is Data.

Bridge.

Number One, how...?

Sir?

Any hallucinations?

Nightmares?

No.

I'd be a liar if I said I felt like myself.

I've had to bite my tongue

to keep from snapping at people.

Couple of times, I've gone to my quarters

and felt as if there was someone else in there

waiting for me.

I've had similar feelings.

With everyone succumbing

it's even more important that one of us attempt

to keep control of his faculties.

I want you to turn in, take a nap.

I'll be on the Bridge.

You can relieve me in four hours.

Yes, sir.

Deck eight.

No!

Sir?

As you were.

Mr. Data, will you join me in my ready room?

Commander La Forge and I have come up

with a potential solution to our predicament.

Perhaps the modifications used to increase firepower

against the Borg would be effective here.

Channeling power to the main...

um... deflector dish.

Yes, sir.

I believe that within six hours

we could generate a concentrated burst of energy

which might disrupt the Tyken's Rift.

Very well. Proceed.

Mr. Data.

Yes, sir?

It appears that I am not immune

to the strange forces that are at work on this ship.

Yes, sir.

It's a terrifying prospect, to lose control of one's mind.

When I was young

I remember watching my grandfather deteriorate

from a powerful, intelligent figure

to a frail wisp of a man

who could barely make his own way home.

Mr. Data, it is my responsibility...

somehow... to see that this ship is guided to safety.

I will need to rely on you from now on.

We may need to count on you for our very survival.

I will do my best, sir.

I'd like to do more cross sections

on the brain tissue of some of these bodies.

Set up the positron emission sensor in Sick Bay

and I'll decide which ones I want to study.

Yes, Doctor.

Go away.

Captain, let me ask you this.

Since we located the Brittain

can you remember any of your dreams?

I hardly ever recall dreams.

Most people don't, but think!

Have you even had a dream in the last ten days?

I don't recall.

I'm willing to bet you haven't.

What's more, neither has anyone else on board this ship

except for Troi.

I began to realize that

when she talked about having nightmares.

I've, uh...

done some...

additional brain tissue scans on, uh, the bodies...

some of the bodies from the, uh...

the...

The Brittain, Doctor.

Right, and uh...

I've also done some scans

on a random cross section from our crew.

They both have the same results...

a unique chemical imbalance.

Caused by?

Dream deprivation.

Every night

when we...

we...

enter into...

sleep...

I believe what the Doctor means

is that humans enter into what is known as REM sleep...

rapid eye movement.

It is the level of brain-wave activity

at which one dreams.

We have to dream in order to survive.

If we don't reach REM sleep, we don't dream.

We-we begin to lose our cognitive abilities.

We find it hard to concentrate.

We forget how to do the most ordinary task.

Then we become irritable, paranoid.

Some people experience hallucinations.

You're describing the situation on this ship

but Counselor Troi reported nightmares.

Maybe it's because she's Betazoid.

I don't know why.

All I know is that there's more going on here

than being caught in a Tyken's Rift

and I don't know how or why it's happening.

But I do know this...

there is an inevitable conclusion to this pattern

and if I can't find a way to stop it

we will all go insane.

Eyes...

in the dark.

One moon circles.

Where are you?

Eyes... in the dark.

One moon circles.

I'm still here.

I haven't gone anywhere.

Do you remember anything more?

Double...

double...

What does that mean?

Is something doubled?

Deanna, nothing's working.

I've tried somatic drugs.

I've tried inducing theta waves into the entorhinal cortex.

No matter what I do, no one can reach REM sleep.

No one can dream... except for you.

Except me...

and all I have is nightmares.

I can hardly sleep at all anymore.

In the end, I'll be like him.

Just like him.

Well, I think it's some kind of experiment.

Oh, what do you know about...?

You see, Captain Picard is trying to see

how long we'll take it, stuck here like rats.

Oh, you couldn't be more wrong.

It's like we're laboratory animals.

I don't want to sit here and wait

for death to sneak up behind me.

What's that supposed to mean?

You heard about them on the Brittain...

shut in their rooms, dying alone.

That's not for me.

Not for me, either.

I'd rather go out fighting.

Okay, all power has been channeled

to the, um...

the...

The main deflector dish.

Yes, right, the deflector dish.

So, uh...

what do we do now?

Data to Bridge.

Mr. Worf, activate the deflector.

Aye, sir.

Deflector power banks approaching maximum.

Discharge in 15 seconds.

Data, this detonation better work.

We're not going to last much longer.

Discharge in three seconds.

Two, one.

Nothing.

It just fizzled out.

Captain, it appears the energy output

has been absorbed into the rift.

Data, can we try again?

No, sir.

If we draw more power

we risk losing life-support systems.

Understood.

Keep me apprised, Commander.

Lujpu'...

jiH'e...

Alexandrijn.

Worf, no!

You will not stop me.

Security, Worf's quarters immediately.

No one can stop me.

Why?

What is it?

I am no longer a warrior.

I am no longer strong.

I...

I feel...

What?

What do you feel?

I feel fear.

To admit that you are afraid gives you strength.

Something is waiting for us.

I am not strong enough to fight it.

No, Worf.

It's just an illusion.

It's not real.

Please

put down the knife.

Counselor?

It's all right.

Everything's fine.

Thank you.

Let me take you to Sick Bay.

Acting Captain's Log, Stardate 44642.1.

I have assumed command of the Enterprise

at the request of Captain Picard.

Our situation is deteriorating.

Many of the crew are unable to function

and our life-support systems are beginning to falter.

Once before, you said "double."

What did you mean?

What is "double"?

Mates...

too bright...

twin...

cannot leave the twin.

One moon circling...

What do you mean?

You can't leave?

No, no.

Please... can't.

You want to leave.

Why can't you?

Can't go.

Help.

One moon... circling.

Eyes...

that's it.

Eyes...

in the dark.

"Eyes in the dark."

That's what the voice said in my dream.

Is that where you heard it?

In a dream? Over and over?

Beverly, I know what it is.

I know what's happening.

What?

My nightmare.

It's not a dream.

It's not a dream at all. It's a message.

REM sleep occurs at a different frequency

for Betazoids than for other humanoids.

I believe the beings are using that frequency to...

communicate telepathically.

It is possible that this telepathic communication

is creating interference

in the REM sleep of other species.

That would explain why the rest of our crew is not dreaming.

Counselor, what are these beings trying to tell us?

They're calling for help.

I think they're trapped, just like we are.

"Eyes in the dark" could mean this twin star system.

Your hypothesis is certainly plausible.

There may be another ship

on the other side of the fissure

where we cannot detect it.

Is there a way we could block their signals?

There is no technology

to block telepathic transmissions, Doctor.

Maybe communication

through dreams can work both ways.

I could try and get them to stop.

Perhaps we could accomplish more than that.

If there is another ship, and we can reach them

we might be able to coordinate our efforts to free ourselves.

It is conceivable.

When working with patients with debilitating nightmares

I've often used a therapeutic treatment

called "directed dreaming."

Dreamers can learn to control their dreams

retain a conscious memory, even while in REM sleep.

I could remember a short message and deliver it to them.

If it were possible, what would you say?

Working together with the aliens we must discover a means

by which we can produce an explosion

more intense than either one of us could achieve alone.

What is it you're looking for?

These are the elements we have available.

Some of them could be used

in the creation of an explosive reaction.

If we could communicate this inventory

to the other ship, perhaps they would be able to...

No, Data, no.

This is too complex.

It has to be a simple, clear message.

I am uncertain if a simple transmission

would be adequate.

Stop.

Go back.

Further back.

There. Stop.

"One moon circles."

Yes, Counselor.

One electron circles one proton.

This is a hydrogen atom.

"One moon circles."

That's what they've been telling me over and over.

Perhaps the aliens are thinking as we are...

to collaborate in producing an explosion.

If hydrogen is combined with another element...

calendenium, for example... it is extremely volatile.

But would the message mean that they have hydrogen

or they want hydrogen?

Well, if it's a distress call, I think they'd be asking

for what they need, not what they already have.

Then the proper course of action would be

to release hydrogen into the rift

and hope they have a substance that would detonate it.

How do I tell them what to do?

If you are correct, Counselor

I believe they have already told us what to do

and are waiting for us to do it.

When we are ready, the only message

you should attempt to convey is "now."

I can help keep you in REM sleep for a while

with this cortical scanner.

It will maintain electrical activity

in your brain at the proper frequency.

Counselor

you will have to communicate with the other ship

within two minutes of entering REM sleep.

Two minutes?

Is that all, Data?

Unfortunately, yes.

We have only enough power to emit a hydrogen stream

for that amount of time.

They must understand

that they will have to detonate it immediately.

Captain, we are ready to implement the plan.

Proceed.

We will have to draw power from the life-support systems

in order to discharge the collectors.

This is Acting Captain Data.

All personnel will report to the designated shelter areas

immediately.

Life-support systems will continue

only in emergency shelter areas.

Hear that?

Get us jammed into shelter areas.

We sit and wait to die.

Nobody will ever find us.

Relax, Gillespie.

Everybody relax.

Ten-Forward is a designated shelter area.

Relax.

We want to die here like helpless children?

Security to Ten-Forward immediately.

We don't even know what we're dying for.

Sit down, Gillespie. You're not helping matters any.

What's wrong with standing up for ourselves?

Yeah.

Right!

Picard owes us some answers.

Ooh, Gillespie!

What is that?

This is a little souvenir I picked up from Magus III.

That was setting number one.

Anyone want to see setting number two?

PGO signals steady.

Visual cortex showing increased activity.

Rapid eye movements commencing.

Crusher to Bridge.

She's in REM sleep.

Thank you, Doctor.

Activating Bussard collectors.

Eyes...

in the dark.

Where are you?

90 seconds remaining.

One moon...

circles.

Where are you?!

Eyes...

I have to find you!

... in the dark.

I have to tell you.

45 seconds remaining.

One moon...

Please...

... circles...

I must find you...

to tell you.

30 seconds remaining.

Eyes...

in the dark...

One moon...

Ten seconds remaining.

Nothing.

No explosion.

The Counselor was unsuccessful.

Activate impulse engines.

Engines activated, sir.

We have cleared the rift, sir.

Warp engines are coming back on-line.

Set a course to...

Setting a course for Starbase 220.

Sir, as my final duty as Acting Captain

I order you to bed.

I shall do the same for all personnel.

Very well, Mr. Data.

And, Mr. Data...

thank you.

Pleasant dreams, sir.