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Jeffrey, Belle,

we're going to be late
if we don't hurry.

Come on, now.

Line up next to the door,
children.

Your father's ready
to leave for work.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

All right.

Show me your fingernails.

Very nicely done.

Are your shoes polished?

Perfect.

I'm very pleased, children,

and I'm sure
your father will be, too.

I want to be first
to say good-bye to Daddy.

Jeffrey always goes first.

You were first yesterday.

Now, children, little birds
in their nest get along.

You're right, Mother.

I'm sorry, Belle.
You can go first.

No, it's really your turn.

1 did go first yesterday.

Here he comes!

All right, now.

Bright, happy faces.

The coffee was quite good
this morning.

I'm so glad you like it.

I replicated a new blend
from Paksor III.

I'll be home at the usual time.

Now, don't let them
overwork you.

You should save yourself
for the important things.

Others can do the busywork.

I couldnt agree more.

I hope you have
a good day, Father.

I'll have my homework finished
by the time you get back.

I'll look forward
to reviewing it, Jeffrey.

And is my little angel
going to get an "A"

on her history exam today?

Of course I will, Daddy.

And can we do some algebra
problems when you get home?

Gladly.

And don't forget--
you're going to ask

some of your friends from work
to have dinner with us.

I'd like to meet them.

I haven't forgotten.

Well...

good-bye, all.

Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
Daddy. Father. darling.

How's the new holofamily,
Doctor?

They're everything
I could've hoped for.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50836.2.

We've had
long-range communications

with a seemingly friendly race
known as the Vostigye.

We'll be rendezvousing
within the hour

at one of their space stations.

Ensign Kim, perhaps you could
direct your attention

to the sensors
and tell us if we're nearing

the Vostigye space station.

We should be getting close.

That's funny.

I'm not detecting it.

You've checked the
coordinates they sent us?

Yes, and...

Hold on.

Now I'm getting something.

It's...

debris.

Debris?!

Confirmed.

I am reading a debris field

encompassing
nearly 80 cubic kilometers.

What's the composition
of the debris?

Boronite, sarium,
carbon 60 composites.

Sounds like it could've been
a space station.

On screen.

What happened to it?

Something ripped it apart.

And from the energy
decay readings,

I'd say it was no more
than an hour ago.

I'm not picking up
any life signs, Captain.

There don't appear to be
any survivors.

There were 60 Vostigye
scientists on that station.

I don't read any recognizable
weapon signatures.

Maybe somebody in this part
of space has weapons

that don't leave
a traditional signature.

I'd like to know who they are,

and why they'd annihilate
a science station.

Maybe we can find out,
Captain.

There's a strange pattern

that seems to be emanating
from subspace.

Looks like some kind
of plasma particles.

I've got it, too.

It's like a... a wake

leading away
from the debris field.

From a ship?

I can't tell.

Set a course to follow it, Tom.

Yes, ma'am.

Optical processors,
imaging array--

they all check out, Doctor.

You are in perfect health.

I'm sure I could've
told you that.

Yes, I'm sure you could have,

but with all the tinkering
you've been doing

with your program lately,

I'd feel better giving
you these little tune-ups

on a regular basis.

The tinkering you speak of
has been for the sole purpose

of improving my performance
as a physician.

I can hardly
be faulted for that.

I'm not faulting you
for your intentions, Doctor.

I think it's rather commendable

that you want
to improve yourself.

That's why I've created
a family.

A family?

I've listened
to enough patients

talk about their families
to realize

how meaningful they are
to biological beings.

For better or worse, yes.

The Doctor has created

a holographic wife
and two children,

so that he can experience
family life for himself.

Interesting.

And how's it going so far?

Splendidly.
From what I heard,

I thought it would be difficult,

but I'm enjoying the experience.

You are?

Funny. I never thought of you
as a family man, Doc.

I'd like to meet them.

As a matter of fact,

the "little woman" has
been asking me to bring

some of my colleagues
home for dinner.

Perhaps you and Kes
would care to join us tonight?

Charlene is a wonderful cook.

I'd like to meet them, too.

Well, Doc, tell your wife
to haul out the good china.

You're having company.

Ah.

Please, have some more
wild mushroom pilaf, B'Elanna.

Uh, thanks. I've had
two helpings already.

It's delicious.

I took a course
in continental cuisine

so I could replicate
interesting meals

for Kenneth.

Kenneth?

My husband.

What do you call him?

Oh, we call him Doctor.

Oh, of course.

Anyway, he works terribly hard

and he's under
such great stress.

I want this home
to be his sanctuary,

the place he can come

and have all the cares
of the day disappear.

How nice for him.

My daddy is
a very important man.

He's the best doctor
there ever was,

and he saves people's lives
all the time.

A slight exaggeration.

It is not!
You said...

Belle, eat your dinner.

They're well aware
of my talents.

Jeffrey, why don't
you tell our guests

about your new project
at school.

I've designed
a micro-filter implant

which will make it possible

to cleanse blood
of harmful microorganisms

too small to stimulate
an immune response.

Jeffrey is extremely bright.

He's in the accelerated
physical sciences

program at school.

A regular chip
off the old block, right?

And don't forget
about our little Belle.

She's already

studying algebra
and trigonometry

and she's quite
the budding athlete.

You must be very proud
of your family, Doctor.

Oh...

Well, we're proud of him, too.

In fact, we think we have
just about the most wonderful

husband and father
in the Quadrant, don't we?

Computer, freeze program.

Yes, we d...

Lieutenant, what are you doing?

I am stopping this before
my blood sugar levels overload.

Doctor...

Yes?

If you think
that this is giving you

an accurate impression
of being in a family,

you are sadly mistaken.

I don't understand.

They're kind of perfect.

They are ridiculously perfect.

No one has a family like this.

This is a fantasy.

You're not going
to learn anything

from being with these...
lollipops.

I provided the computer

with my requirements
for a mate and children.

If I were to choose a real wife,
my taste would be the same--

intelligence, education,
organizational skills...

There is nothing wrong
with your premise, Doctor.

It just needs a little tweaking
to bring it closer to real life.

I can help...

if you'd like.

Captain, the particle wake
we've been following

is beginning to thin out.

Is there any indication
what caused it?

I am detecting no ships,
no structures,

no weapon signatures.

Wait a minute.

Something.

I see it, too.

A subspace disruption.

What's causing it?

I can't tell, but it's
getting more intense.

Shields up.
Red Alert.

Tom, back us off.

Something's coming out
of subspace.

Tom, move us away!

I don't have engines!

Propulsion is off-line.

So is navigational control.

Bridge to Engineering.
We need power.

I'm on it, Captain.

The anomaly is bearing down
on us, heading 047 mark 19.

Brace for impact.

It hit our starboard shields.

There's damage on Deck 3.

Ready weapons.
We're going to disperse it.

Phasers on line...

Wait a minute.

I'm not afraid to say it.

I've never seen anything
like that before.

Damage report.

20 percent loss of the
starboard dorsal shields

and minor buckling
of the hull on Deck 3.

No indication of casualties.

We've got propulsion
systems back on line.

I think I can put
some distance between us

and whatever that was.

Maybe we don't want to.

We've just witnessed
a phenomenon

none of us
has ever heard of before,

much less experienced.

On a purely scientific level,

I think we owe it to ourselves
to investigate.

I'm looking at the telemetry
we collected.

It was an astral eddy
that seems to have formed

at the confluence
of space and subspace.

It was highly charged
with plasma.

That explains the particle wake.

If we could harness
some of that energy,

we could go off replicator
rations for a while.

Captain, we don't have any idea
what caused that phenomenon

or what made it dissipate.

So how do we investigate it
if it's gone?

I suspect there are conditions
in this part of space

that lend themselves to the
formation of those eddies.

Set sensors for continuous scans
of subspace.

Maybe we can anticipate
the next one.

I thought for a long time about
what Lieutenant Torres said

and I finally concluded
she was right.

If I'm going to have
the experience of a family,

it should be
as authentic as possible.

What changes have you asked her
to make in the program?

Oh, she's already made them.

She simply added some randomized

behavioral algorithms
to the program I constructed.

How will that
affect your family?

Events will simply unfold

as a natural evolution
of probabilities

within the program.

But there's no way to predict
what those might be.

That could mean a few surprises.

Are you sure you're
ready for this?

My database contains
everything there is to know

about pediatric care
and childhood development.

I can't imagine a parenting
problem I couldn't handle.

Your wife will have changed,
too.

Well, I have had some experience
with romantic relationships.

I don't anticipate
any problems there.

Sounds like you have
it all worked out.

When do you plan on meeting
this new, improved family?

Right now.

I'm due home for dinner.

Computer,

initiate Doctor's
family program Beta-Rho

and transfer the EMH
to Holodeck 2.

Hello!

I'm...

home.

There you are.

I thought you'd never get here.

It was a busy day.

I was quite challenged
by the task of preparing

a DNA probe to test Ensign
Parson's glial cells.

It seems he has
a microbial infection.

Rather unusual.

Tell me about it
when I get home.

I'm late already.

Late?

Oh... it's Wednesday, remember?

I'm speaking
at the Bolian Embassy.

Ah, right.

Is dinner ready?

It's your night to cook.

Mom, I can't find my ion mallet!

If you cleaned your room,
you'd have better luck!

What is that noise?

Oh... I've had
to listen to it all day.

Maybe you can do
something about it.

Daddy!
You've got to help me!

I'll be late for practice.

Coach Morgan will be furious
if I'm late again.

If you put your mallet
in your closet

when you were done with it,
you'd know where it was.

I know that, Daddy!

Oh!
Tell Jeffrey to turn that off!

It makes my eyes hurt!

Mine, too.

Jeffrey! Jeffrey!

What?

What is that music?

Klingon.

Well, turn it down!
You can't do your homework

with that noise.

- Daddy, I can't find my mallet!
- l know that, Belle.

The coach will send me
down to the second team!

Well, perhaps that will
teach you a lesson.

You don't understand anything!

Belle, you have to realize...

Where's Jeffrey?

Who are you?

Friends.

Do you have names?

Larg.

K'Kath.

Well, Larg, K'Kath,
you'll have to come back later.

Jeffrey's doing his homework.

He invited us.

Daddy! I need my ion mallet!

Just a minute.

I'm sorry, but Jeffrey
can't see friends

until he has finished
his homework.

Dad... I asked them to come.

Daddy!

Jeffrey, this is unacceptable.

It'll only take a minute.

We have some business
we have to do.

Business?

yigHoS pa‘wijdaQ.

Qay'be".

Where's my mallet?
I need it now!

Young man!

You're mean!

You don't love me as much
as Mommy does.

She'd help me find my mallet!

I want Mommy! I want Mommy!

I want Mommy!
I want Mommy!

Nothing striking your fancy,
Lieutenant?

Isn't this the fourth
day in a row,

we've had the same casserole?

Pleeka rinds and grub meal--

very tasty,
if I do say so myself.

Well, you did a great job
with it, no question.

It'd just be nice
to have a little variety.

Well, you're perfectly free
to use the replicators.

Um, I'm out of rations.

Then...

enjoy the casserole.

A beautiful woman should
never have to eat alone.

What are you reading?

It's nothing important.

Women Warriors
at the River of Blood?

It's just... escapist reading.

"Rorg turned his fierce eye
upon her

"and M'Nea felt her heart
begin to quicken

"even as her hand
went to her dagger.

"She had intended to plunge it
into his throat,

but something about him
made her hesitate."

B'Elanna, is this
a Klingon romance novel?

Klingons do have what you
might call a romantic side.

It's a bit more vigorous
than most.

I think I'll read it.

Maybe it'll give me some ideas

about how
to make your heart quicken.

It's not a technical manual,
Tom.

Well, that depends on what
you mean by "technical."

To an engineer, that means...

"specializing
in particular systems."

I think that definition works.

Well, I can't promise I won't
put a dagger in your throat.

Have you heard
about the Doctor's new family?

How's it going?

I think he was a little
overwhelmed at first,

but I have to give him credit.

He's sticking with it.

It's hard to imagine
the Doctor with children.

Senior staff to the Bridge
immediately.

Tom, I want to send a probe
into that anomaly.

Can you hold position
close enough

for us to get
accurate telemetry?

I can try.

Be ready to move away quickly
if it starts moving toward us.

Sorry about that.

Just trying

to find a way to ride
the graviton waves

it's throwing off.

There.
That's a little better.

We're in as good a position
as we're going to be.

Tuvok?

The probe has been launched.

Actually, this is kind of fun.

Speak for yourself.

We're starting
to receive telemetry.

Captain, this is
one weird disturbance.

I'm reading
a temperature gradient

of nine million kelvins,

massive discharges
of plasmatic energy

and there's a perfectly calm eye
at the center.

Apparently, some of the matter

inside it is being exchanged
between space and subspace.

What about the plasma?

Is there any way we can transfer
some of it to Voyager?

I don't see how.

We can't transport
with this kind of turbulence.

Maybe we could try a...

We lost it.

Where's the probe?

It's disappeared.

It's still transmitting,

but there's a lot
of interference.

I'm detecting some kind
of unstable interfold layer,

not in space or subspace.

It could be where
the eddies originate

and where the probe is now.

We've got another particle wake.

Since we can't get
plasma directly

from the eddies, maybe we could
collect some from their wakes.

The Bussard collectors
could be modified

to gather plasma particles.

We could do that,

but Voyager's energy
emissions are so high,

they'd corrupt the particles.

I'm not sure the plasma
would be much use to us.

What if I took a shuttle out?

The energy emissions
would be a lot lower.

That sounds like
it's worth a try.

Well, you'd be exposing yourself
to radiation poisoning.

Check with the Doctor.

Maybe he can give you
some kind of protection.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll head to the shuttle bay
as soon as I'm done.

I've given you a combination
of hyronalin and lectrazine.

That should give you
temporary protection.

But I can't guarantee
its duration.

That's all right, Doc.

I don't think I'll be
out there too long.

If I know you, you'll
push it to the limit.

You enjoy flirting with danger.

You know me too well.

You were undoubtedly
one of those children

who had to climb
the highest tree...

scale the tallest cliff.

That was me.

I can only imagine

what you must have put
your parents through.

How's the family, Doc?

I hear they're a real handful.

Indeed. However, I have
analyzed the situation

and come up with a solution.

There should be
no more problems.

You make it sound like
you're treating a sick patient.

I'm not sure you can
diagnose and cure a family.

We'll see.

You're in fine physical
shape, Lieutenant.

You may go ahead and engage
in this reckless activity.

Thanks, Doc.

Where's Jeffrey?!

He's coming.

I asked everyone to be here
at 1600 hours, precisely.

Jeffrey was asleep.

Asleep?
In the middle of the afternoon?

Is this true?
Were you asleep?

Are you sick?

I had a late night.

That's one of the matters
I want to discuss.

Thank you all for coming.

I thought it would be
a good idea

if we had a family meeting.

In fact, I'd like to do this
on a regular basis.

That's something
to look forward to.

If you have something
to say, Jeffrey,

say it so everyone can hear.

Nothing.

I've been feeling
that this family

is beginning to spin
out of control.

As husband and father,

I believe it is my duty
to set some parameters.

It's part of good parenting.

What are parameters?

Limits. Boundaries.

To that end, I have drawn up

a revised family schedule and
a list of rules and regulations.

I'd like you all
to study them carefully.

You've rearranged
my lecture nights!

I had to do that in order
to make everything work.

Everybody has had
to make some sacrifices.

Daddy!
You changed parrises' squares

from Monday-Wednesday-Friday
to Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday!

- Mm-hmm.
- That puts me

on the second team!

I'm good enough to be
on the first team!

You shouldn't be
on the first team.

You're not old enough.

As I said, Belle,
we must all make sacrifices.

What sacrifices did you make?

I will make dinner on the nights
your mother lectures.

You do that anyway.
That's not a sacrifice.

What's this mean
about no Klingon friends?!

Exactly that.

They're a bad influence on you.

They're prone to violence,
they keep you out

till all hours.

Why don't you find
some nice Vulcan friends?

You can't just decide
who my friends will be!

Hold on.

Kenneth, that may be
a bit unreasonable.

Charlene?

You know very well

how important it is
to keep a united front.

I expect you to support
me in these decisions.

Well, if that's what you expect

then maybe you should have
asked my opinion

before you started
unilaterally deciding things.

I'm not one of the children,
after all.

I believe I should
have some say

in just what rules and
regulations are established!

And I think it's unfair
for you to tell Jeffrey

what friends he can
and cannot have.

Right! This whole meeting
is a vulky idea!

And you can have it without me.

Jeffrey, you were not excused!

You've upset him.
Let him go.

I don't want to argue this
in front of the children.

We'll discuss it later.

You really made a mess of
things, didn't you, Daddy?

Apparently so.

Although, I must admit, I fail
to understand the reaction.

I... I'm just trying

to help the family
function better.

How does it make the family
function better

if I go to parrises' squares
Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday?

Belle, you've been playing
with children

two and three years older
than you.

That's much too dangerous.

But that's what's fun about it.

You're not old enough
to realize

how hazardous that game can be.

It's up to me to keep you safe.

I'm just trying
to be a good father.

If it'll help, Daddy,
I'll be on the second team.

Thank you, Belle.

That's very grown-up of you.

And I think you're
a very good father.

Why... thank you.

I love you, Daddy...

even if you did
make a mess of things.

Voyager to
Shuttlecraft Cochrane.

Do you read?

Loud and clear, Captain.

I'm about 3,000 kilometers
from the eddy.

As soon as it dissipates,
I'll head for the particle wake.

If this one follows
the pattern of the others,

it should begin to collapse
within a few seconds.

That's good.

I'm beginning to wish
I hadn't had

that second helping
of French toast this morning.

Captain.

The eddy
is starting to dissipate.

Stand by, Tom.

I'm ready.

I'm in position, Captain.

Activating
the Bussard collectors.

It's working.

This may save us from Neelix's

pleeka rind casserole
after all.

We'll all thank you for that.

Captain.

Subspace disruption.

Is another eddy forming?

It looks that way.

Tom, get out of there...

now.

I'm going.

Harry, can you beam him out?

Transporters are off line.

I'm working on them.

Tom, are you there?

It's pulling me in!

I don't have enough power!

Where are the transporters?

I can't access them!

The shuttle's being drawn
inside the eddy.

Janeway to Paris.
Do you read me?

Captain...

the astral eddy
is beginning to dissipate.

Harry, when the probe
disappeared,

it kept transmitting.

What about Tom's shuttle?

We're getting
a lot interference.

I can't tell if it's
a transmission or not.

See if you can clean it up.

I've adjusted
the encoding filter.

Try it now.

Voyager to Tom Paris.

Can you hear us?

Respond.

Calibrate
to a theta-band frequency.

Maybe that'll help.

I can't hear you, Captain.

There's a lot
of plasma interference.

I can't clean it up.

Say again, Tom.
You're breaking up.

Adjust your transceiver
lock and try again.

I can hear you.
Is that better?

Yes, a little.

Where are you?

Captain,
1 wish I could tell you.

Doctor?

Hmm?

Can I help you with something?

Oh, no, no.

Perhaps.

I've been trying to do
an immunogenicity analysis

on Ensign Parson's cell culture

and I can't seem to get
the measurements right.

I'd be happy to give it a try.

Thank you.
I'd be grateful.

Actually, I've been having
a few problems at home.

I can't seem to stop
thinking about them.

Well, there's nothing
important going on here.

Why don't you
take the afternoon off

and spend some time
with your family?

I'm not sure
they'd appreciate it.

Doctor,
you can't just ignore them.

Computer, initiate Doctor's
family program Beta-Rho

and transfer the EMH
to Holodeck 2.

...be certain that everything
is done in exactly...

Dad, what are you doing here?

I live here, Jeffrey,
in case you've forgotten.

I mean... you're home early.

Am I interrupting something?

No, no.
Just talking with my friends.

I'd like to get
to know your friends.

Larg, K'Kath, please sit down.

What is that?

What?

You're holding something.

This?

Yes. What is it?

It's a knife.

What does it look like?

Why do you boys have a knife?

A d'k tahg knife is an
important part of our culture.

Every Klingon is given one

in preparation
for his Rite of Ascension.

Hmm.

I happen to know something
about Klingon rituals

and I believe this is actually
a dagger of kut'luch.

Isn't it?

Well?

Yes.

This dagger is used
in a ritual of violence--

a first bloodletting

in preparation
for becoming a warrior.

Who's supposed to use this?

Well?

Is one of you preparing
for the kut'luch ceremony?

I'm waiting for an answer!

Dad, you're making something
out of nothing.

I don't think so.

I'm going to have
to ask you boys to leave.

Dad...

And don't bring a weapon

into this house again.

I told you, humans are weak...

cowardly.

Call me later.

Now look what you've done!

You've ruined it!

What, exactly, have I ruined?

Nothing! Never mind!

You were going to use
that knife, weren't you?!

Did they talk you into
some kind of ritual violence?

They didn't talk me
into anything.

I asked them.

It's an honor to get
to perform the kut'luch.

They don't just
let anybody do it.

They trusted me

and now you've made me
look like... like a human.

You were going to attack
someone, draw blood,

just so you could appear daring
in the eyes of your friends?!

I was doing it
to become honorable--

something that you
wouldn't understand.

Jeffrey, how can
I make you understand

that what you were
going to do is wrong?

It isn't wrong!

It's just a custom
of another culture.

Who are you to say there's
something wrong about it?

I am your father, and I
expect you to be guided

by my ethical standards.

Well, I'm not going to be.

Your standards
are human standards.

They're weak and inferior.

Klingon ideals are much nobler

and they are the ones
I'm going to follow.

If you expect to live
in this household,

you will abide by the rules.

If that's the way you want it,

then I won't live here.

Jeffrey...

think about this.

Oh, I've thought about it.

I'm going to become a warrior

and I can't do that if I'm
being led around on a leash

by some bloodless pahtk.

Kenneth?

What is it?
What's happened?

It's Belle.
There's been an accident.

How is she?

Dr. Finley and I operated
on her for three hours.

We've tried everything.

We shut down one hemorrhage
and another starts.

I don't understand.

She just hit her head
on the corner of the court.

How could that have
injured her so badly?

She suffered severe
cranial trauma.

It's compromised her brain
stem and motor cortex.

No matter how we try to control
the vascular injuries,

blood clots keep forming.

The hemorrhaging is...

intractable.

Then what do you do?

What's the treatment?

Unfortunately...

the brain is still a...

a somewhat mysterious organ.

What does that mean?

What's going to happen to her?

There's nothing more to be done.

Nothing medical, anyway.

Oh, but there has to be.

Kenneth, you can do something.

You have to.

You can't just let her...

No.

No, I won't accept it.

I'm going to talk to Dr. Finley.

Belle...

Daddy?

Yes?

I'm here.

Everything's all blurry.

What's the matter?

You took a tumble...

hit your head.

It doesn't hurt.

No, because
we gave you some medicine.

Is that why I
can't feel my legs?

Yes.

What's going to happen?

When will I be able
to see again?

Computer, end program.

Oh, you're back.

Yes.

Did you find the culture I did
on Ensign Parson's glial cells?

1 did, thank you.
Good job.

How's the family?

I suppose they're fine.

I've actually finished
the program.

Finished? Already?

Well, I'd gotten what I
needed from the experience.

It was thoroughly
pleasurable, of course,

but to continue
would be a waste of time.

I was hoping
to visit them again.

I really enjoyed
our dinner together.

Well, if I ever create
a new family,

I'll be sure to invite you.

The communications bandwidth
is as wide as I can get it.

Janeway to Paris.

How's the transmission now?

Loud and clear, Captain.

I've been analyzing
the shuttle's sensor readings

and as nearly as I can figure,

I'm in the interfold layer
that we talked about--

somewhere between space
and subspace.

That's why we can't find
you on any of our scans.

Harry was right.

This looks like the spawning
ground for the astral eddies.

There are thousands
of baby ones in here.

That's very interesting, Tom,

but it doesn't address
the problem

of how to get you out of there.

Well, I've been giving that
some careful thought, Captain,

and it seems to me
the only way to get out

is the same way that I got in.

Inside one of the eddies?

Exactly.

I've been watching one.

It seems about ready to erupt
into normal space.

If I can position the shuttle
on its leading edge,

I should be able
to ride it back.

If I had another idea, I'd
suggest it, but I don't.

It's your call, Tom.

I don't see
that there's much choice.

So far so good, Captain.

I'm almost inside the eye.

I think this one
is just about big enough

to enter normal space.

Here it comes.

Captain?

Yes, Tom.

I think you should get Voyager
away from here.

What's wrong?

This one's turning out

to be a whopper,

the biggest one
we've seen by far.

I don't think you should put
the ship in danger.

I'm not leaving, Tom.

We've got to stay in close
if we're going

to beam you out.

The eddy is moving toward us

at a velocity
of 300 kilometers per second.

Chakotay, take the conn.

Keep us ahead of it, but stay
within transporter range.

Right.

Okay, I'm going to try
to get out of this.

Harry, can you
get a lock on him?

Not yet!

Everything's too unstable.

Tom, how much longer
before you clear the eddy?

It had better be soon.

The hull is beginning to buckle.

I've got the shuttle on sensors.

The hull is breaching!

Harry, can you
get a lock on him yet?

I'm trying! Hang on!

Got it!
The shuttle's aboard, Captain.

One life sign.

He's injured.

Beam him to Sick Bay.

Chakotay, move us away.

Yes, ma'am.

Your hard head has protected
you again, Lieutenant.

There was only
a mild concussion.

It was worth it, though.

That was one wild ride.

I'm sure it was.

And it's a wonder
you're not dead.

People like you who court danger
should be thrown into the brig.

Doc...

You never think of the
consequences of your actions,

the effect they
might have on others.

Oh, no, live for the moment,
take risks

you shouldn't...

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

It's my family.

My daughter Belle
had an accident.

She's a child
who tends to take risks.

She's going to die.

I'm so sorry.

I'll be all right.

I shut down the program.

I'm not going back.

Maybe you should think
about that, Doc.

I couldn't begin...
to face it.

It was too difficult.

1 guess all of us would avoid
that kind of pain if we could...

but most people
don't have that choice.

Well, fortunately, I do.

Is it so fortunate?

You created that program
so you could experience

what it's like
to have a family,

the good times and the bad.

You can't have one
without the other.

I fail to see why not.

Well, think about what's
happened to us here on Voyager.

Everyone left people behind,
and everyone suffered a loss,

but... look how it's brought
us all closer together.

We've found support
here, and friendship,

and we've become a family,

in part because of the pain
we shared.

If you turn your back
on this program,

you'll always be stuck
at this point.

You'll never have

the chance to say good-bye
to your daughter,

or to be there
for your wife and son

when they need you,

and you'll be cheating yourself

of the chance to have
their love and support.

In the long run,
you'll miss the whole point

of what it means
to have a family.

Computer, continue Doctor's
family program Beta-Rho

from the last point
of deactivation.

Daddy...

what's going to happen to me?

When will I be able
to see again?

I'm not sure.

You're a very sick girl.

Am I going to die?

You're...

you're too sick to get better.

So I'm going to die.

Yes.

If you stay with me...

I won't be afraid.

I'll stay right here.

I promise.

Dad...

Here you go, shorty.

It's your blanket.

We're here, Belle.

We're all here.

It's getting darker.

I'm...

sleepy.

It's all right.

Go to sleep.

We're all right here.