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Where are you going?

You were doing great.

You were in perfect position
to deliver the death blow.

All you had to do
was follow through.

Come on.
Let's try it again.

Don't push me, Tom.

Huh!
I am not pushing you.

I'm encouraging you.

To do what?!

Try something new.

This martial arts program

is the best workout
I've ever had.

No, it's more than that.

Working with a bat'eth
is an art.

You have to use
your mind and body,

your movements...

Look, you may find
all of this Klingon stuff

really fascinating,
but I don't.

I'm not going to waste my time

trying to disembowel a bunch
of holographic monsters.

I only came down here

because you tricked me
into that stupid bet.

Would you watch it!

You could take somebody's
head off with that thing.

I have tried this,
and now I am finished.

Got it?

Look, if you don't like
the program, that's fine,

but why do you always
have to get so hostile?

I am not hostile!

Where am I?

Paris to Bridge.

We have an alien visitor
on Deck 6.

What do you want with me?

Why have I been abducted?

We didn't abduct you.

You just appeared here.

We had nothing to do with it.

What is this place?

You're on a starship
called Voyager.

Where were you before?

My colony on Nyria lll.

I was walking home and...

then I was here.

What's wrong?

It's cold here...
and too bright.

Let us take you to Sick Bay.

Our Doctor can run some scans.

Maybe we can get some answers.

I've increased the temperature
to 45 degrees Celsius.

And the light level should be
more comfortable for you now.

Yes, thank you.

You're very considerate.

I hope you'll excuse
my initial suspicion.

This experience
has been very unnerving.

I'd feel the same way
in your place.

Do your people
possess technology

which could have
transported you here?

Not that I know of.

I've heard of other races
that have it.

Maybe one of them
brought me here,

but I can't imagine why.

Please describe
the physical sensation

of your experience.

First, I felt lightheaded

and then everything around me
seemed to bend or ripple.

There-- there was
a moment of blackness

and I felt a curious sensation

of insects crawling on my skin

and then I found myself
on your ship.

Interesting.

I'll run a microcellular
scan for residual energy traces.

Can you tell us
where your colony is located?

We're on the third planet
of the Nyrian system--

a red giant star

with a large cloud
of interstellar dust

just beyond the fifth planet.

Doesn't sound like any
system we've encountered.

Unfortunately, our knowledge

of this area of space
is limited.

I'd like you to look
at a star chart

to see if you recognize
any astronomical markers.

Of course.

In the meantime, my crew
has begun scanning the area

for any clues about
what happened to you.

Lieutenant, if you don't mind.

Where is Kes today?

I don't know.

She's late for her duty shift.

Computer, locate Kes.

Kes is not on board Voyager.

When did she leave?

1132 hours.

What time did our alien
visitor come onboard?

1132 hours.

There's nothing to indicate
that any other ships

have been in this area for weeks

and the nearest inhabited world
is over ten light-years away.

Whoever or whatever did this

had to leave
some kind of energy trace.

Internal sensors aren't
showing anything unusual

in the corridor
where the Nyrian appeared

or at Kes's last known location.

Then let's concentrate
on the time.

Run a level-1 analysis
on all sensor readings,

internal and external

taken at the exact moment
it happened.

I'll get it started,
but it may take a while.

You don't think I'm hostile,
do you?

I, uh...

wouldn't describe
you that way, no.

I know that I have a temper,
but that doesn't mean

that I'm always hostile,
does it?

No, of course not.

I am forthright;
I speak my mind.

That is very different
from being hostile.

Very different.

And if someone described me

that way, they'd be way off
the mark, wouldn't they?

Way off.

Then why do you look like
you're afraid for your life?

What is this?

Looks like a surge
of polaron particles.

Localize the source.

I'll try to increase
the sensor resolution.

You have anything yet?

Harry?

Torres to Bridge.

Ensign Kim just disappeared.

And we just got another visitor.

Mr. Tuvok, have you
made any progress?

Increasing the shield strength
has had no apparent effect.

However, if...

Oh...

Welcome to Sick Bay.

Take a number.

In the last three hours,
we've lost 22 of our people.

According to the Nyrians,

they've all shown up
on their colony

as though
we're switching places.

I went over our navigational
charts with Dammar,

but he's completely unfamiliar
with this part of space.

For all we know,
that colony could be

thousands of light-years away.

Any idea what might be
causing these transfers?

I'm not sure.

Harry and I detected
a surge of polaron particles

right before he disappeared.

They created a spatial
distortion field around him,

but it collapsed
as soon as he vanished.

Could it have been some
kind of spatial anomaly?

It could have been anything--

a naturally occurring
phenomenon like a wormhole,

or a subspace flow field
or a kind

of technology
like our transporters.

All right.

Get back to your stations
and keep looking.

Confine the Nyrians
to the cargo bays

and post security details
at every access point.

In all fairness,

Captain, they haven't been
threatening in any way.

They seem as puzzled
by all this as we are.

Chakotay, I don't care
how they seem.

All I care about is that I've
had a knot in my stomach

since the first Nyrian arrived.

Something about this is wrong;
I can smell it.

Look at us--
running around the ship

checking sensors
and spinning theories

while the Nyrians
slowly replace our crew.

Consider this:

There has been
a consistent interval

of nine minutes and 20 seconds
between these exchanges.

At that rate, our entire crew
will be gone in 18 hours.

Tell me that doesn't put
a knot in your stomach.

You have your orders.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50912.4.

It's been 12 hours since these
mysterious exchanges began

and we still haven't discovered
their cause.

I've already lost
over half my crew.

Cargo Bay 2 is almost full.

We'll have to start
converting the shuttle bays.

Then do it.
I want them

where we can keep
an eye on them.

I'll have to reassign
more crew members to security.

Our ranks are getting
a little thin.

Shut down everything but the
ship's essential functions.

We'll be operating on
a skeleton crew before long.

B'Elanna,

you've developed a theory
about what's happening.

A Nyrian astrophysicist
who arrived about an hour ago

told me about some strange
graviton fluctuations

they detected at their colony.

I ran some scans on this end
and found the same thing.

A wormhole?

Possibly a baby one.

And if I'm right,

one end is opening
intermittently inside Voyager.

We could have passed through it
while it was forming

and snagged on it somehow.

Then how do we get it unsnagged?

Well, now that I have
this new information

I'd like to have
another talk with Rislan,

the Nyrian scientist.

Is Neelix still helping out
with the new arrivals?

I think he's in Cargo Bay 2 now.

Janeway to Neelix.

Neelix here, Captain.

I'd like you to find
one of the Nyrians who...

Neelix to Captain Janeway.
I lost contact.

What did you say?

Chakotay to Neelix.

The Captain's gone.

We need you to find
a Nyrian scientist called Rislan

and get him to Engineering
as soon as you can.

Right away, Commander.

Do what you have to do
to get some answers, B'Elanna.

Excuse me.
Aren't you Dr. Rislan?

It's still too cold in here.

I'll adjust the environmental
controls... again.

But I must ask you...

And the air is too humid.

I'll take care of it
right away.

But I must ask you to go
to our Engineering room.

I believe you're
urgently needed.

I trust it will be suitably
warm and dark there?

We'll make sure
you're comfortable.

A security guard
will escort you.

Right away, sir.

Commander, there's a problem

with the internal sensors
on Deck 4.

It looks like a circuit relay
malfunction.

I can't spare anyone
for repairs.

You'll have to make do.

How do you like your first day
as Chief of Security, Ensign?

It's everything I dreamed of,
sir.

Who says there's no room for
advancement on this ship?

Another disappearance.

It's Neelix.

How many people
does that leave us?

Forty.

And more than a hundred Nyrians.

I want access to all systems

restricted to authorized
voiceprints only.

Seal off any part of the ship
that we're not using

and place security force fields
around sensitive areas--

warp core, armory, torpedo bays.

And let's hope
I'm just being paranoid.

If you ask me, a tetryon scan
is a waste of time.

A multispectral sweep
would be much more useful.

Actually, I didn't ask

and I've already initiated
the tetryon scan.

You're the expert.

Neutrinos, ionized hydrogen,
theta-band radiation...

Just what you'd expect
to find in a wormhole.

But it's what we're not finding
that I'm interested in.

The scan shows no quantum level
fluctuations whatsoever.

That's not so unusual.

It's more than unusual;
it's impossible.

I don't think this is
a wormhole at all.

Perhaps it's a subspace
flow field then.

I'm going to run
a pattern analysis

from the original data.

Nope, definitely not
a flow field.

The spatial harmonics
are incompatible.

I don't think this is a natural
phenomenon.

Don't move.

I won't hurt you
unless you force me to.

Your people have been
behind this all along.

What are you doing?

Moving you
to the head of the line.

B'Elanna, are you all right?

Captain, the Nyrians are
responsible for the exchanges.

I think they have
some kind of technology...

What do they want with us?

I don't know.

They refuse to answer
any questions.

They've given us food,
water and medical supplies--

everything but information.

Where's the rest of the crew?

In other compounds
just like this one

scattered throughout the woods.

This doesn't seem
like a Nyrian colony.

It's not warm enough
or dark enough for them.

Exactly.

It's more like an idyllic
version of Earth,

as though it were created
specifically for us.

Do we have any idea
what planet we're on?

Not yet.

I sent Tuvok to investigate
the other compounds

and see what he can find out.

Until he gets back,

all we have are
unanswered questions.

Decks 11 through 156
are completely shut down.

Most of the remaining crew
are on security detail

near the cargo and shuttle bays.

What, all 13 of them?

12, sir.

Crewman Gennaro to Bridge.

I'm in Engineering,
and I just found Ensign Molina.

He's unconscious but okay.

What about the Nyrian
scientist he was watching?

There's no sign of him, sir.

Find him.
That's a priority.

Where are you going?

To have a talk with the Nyrians.

Chakotay to all hands.
Security alert.

The Nyrians may be trying
to take control of the ship.

Everyone get to the Bridge
or Main Engineering

and secure them
against possible intruders.

Second team,
take control of weapons.

Start by reinforcing
the containment fields.

Reroute emergency power.

We've got to seal those doors.

They're everywhere.

They're even decrypting
our access codes.

The Nyrians obviously
prepared for this

before they got here.

They must have tapped
into our computer somehow

and gotten enough information
to plan this mission

down to the letter.

Larson?

Chakotay to anybody who's left.

Please respond.

Gennaro here, sir.

Anybody else?

The two of us
aren't going to win this.

So we might as well make life

as difficult for the Nyrians
as we can.

Sabotage everything
you can get your hands on.

Understood.

Good luck.

What's our status?

We have shut off

their security measures
on all decks.

We should have
full computer access soon.

But their navigational
controls are not working.

Not working?

There are two humans still
moving through the ship.

They seem intent
on causing damage.

Find them.

They're sabotaging
the power systems.

The antimatter reactor's
shutting down.

I can't see.

What happened?

This way.

Warning.
Disabling lateral EPS relays

may disrupt computer functions
throughout the ship.

Let's hope so.

Chakotay to Gennaro.

They're trying to delete
the Doctor's program.

Are you anywhere near Sick Bay?

Gennaro?

Computer...

how long ago did Crewman Gennaro
leave the ship?

Seven minutes and 20 seconds.

I've located the last human.

He's on the fifth deck.

Send a patrol to stop him.

I already have.

Activate emergency
medical holographic program.

Please state the nature...

Hello?

Doctor, over here.

Commander, what's happening?

Your program's
going to be deleted

unless I can download you
into the mobile emitter

before I disappear,
which should be any second now.

Got it.

All right.

I know when to quit.

I've never been completely
cut off from the ship before.

What if the emitter's
power supply runs out?

Let's hope we're not stuck here
long enough to find out.

Tuvok, what did you learn?

There are ten compounds
like this one

spread over approximately
four square kilometers.

They are surrounded
on all sides by wilderness.

Could I have your attention?

Now that you've
all arrived here safely,

I'd like to welcome you
to your new home.

I'm not particularly interested
in being welcomed.

Why have you brought us here?

Your vessel will be used to
defend Nyrian acquisitions.

Is this the way you operate?

Gradually changing places
with the crew of a ship?

Ships, colonies, space stations.

We've found it's far more
effective than warfare.

We aren't a cruel people.

We've tried to make
this experience

as painless as possible,
and as you can see,

we've gone to great lengths
to create an environment

in which you
will be comfortable.

Nonetheless, we are being
held here against our will.

Well, I'm afraid
that's unavoidable.

But I think
you'll be happy here.

The food dispensers
have been programmed

with selections
from your own computer files.

We have even downloaded
literature and entertainment

from your cultural database.

What happens if we try to leave
this little paradise?

I think you'll find
there's nowhere to go.

We don't accept that.

We will find a way out of here.

Captain...

your lack of gratitude
is unbecoming.

You and your crew
could have found yourselves

somewhere far less hospitable.

It's still a prison.

If you want to be miserable
here, that is your choice.

But since there's nothing
you can do about your situation,

I suggest you accept it...
gracefully.

We're ready now.

Tuvok... tell me about
this wilderness you found.

How rugged is it?

Can we walk out?

I don't believe so.

In every direction I went,

I encountered
a natural barrier--

a sheer cliff,
an impassable river.

These obstacles completely
surround the colony.

A perfectly isolated area--

doesn't that seem
a bit convenient?

This place does have
an artificial quality.

I wouldn't be surprised

if the whole thing
is holographic

and the wilderness was created

to keep us
from exploring too far.

Captain.

Uh...

sorry for the intrusion,

but I] wanted to welcome you.

I'm, uh... Jarleth...

your neighbor.

Where did you come from?

My people live
in the other environment,

uh, through that portal.

It's, uh, quite different.

More, uh... desert-like.

This place, it's so, uh...
green.

But I'm sure
it's suitable for you.

The Nyrians undoubtedly
had a good look

through your data banks.

Were your people brought
here by the Nyrians?

They took us one by one.

Oh, is this what you eat?

They took you from your colony.

They claimed not to know
what was happening.

By the time we got suspicious,
there were too many of them.

We've been here ever since.

Do you have any idea
where "here" is?

No. Uh-uh.

Mmm.

Not bad.

Um, would you be interested
in trading for some of these?

The last inhabitants
of this environment

had no concept
of a barter system,

but you strike me
as a much more, uh...

sophisticated group.

If there were people

here before us, maybe we
could get out the same way.

Oh, I... I don't think

you'd like their method
of escape.

Uh... they all died
from a plague.

Captain, there must be
some kind of force field here,

but I can't find it.

Pretty well-camouflaged,
isn't it?

It took me almost nine years
to find the portal.

How did you get it open?

Well, I...

I have my ways.

I'd consider that information
a valuable commodity.

Well, I'd be happy
to make a trade,

but the portal only leads
into our environment.

You're welcome
to, uh, visit, of course.

There may be other portals...

if you can show us
how to find them.

I look forward
to our collaboration.

What do you see now?

Fascinating.

Everything is glowing
with its own energy.

Even the plants are
emitting a faint

thermal signature.

It's really quite lovely.

Aside from
the aesthetic consideration,

how's your optical resolution?

The Captain sent me down
to get an update.

Well, we're just about ready.

I've reconfigured
the Doctor's optical sensors.

And, as soon as they're aligned,
he should be able to detect

the microwave signature
of the portals.

Then I can begin my new career
as a tricorder.

About the other day...

I might have been a bit...

oversensitive, uh,
about the Klingon program.

Don't worry about it.

That should just about do it.

I think we can
start scanning now.

Good. I'll tell the Captain.

um...

about the program...

I-1 didn't mean to push you.

I know. You didn't.

And I didn't mean to, um,
lash out at you like that.

A typical defensive reaction--

using an aggressive outburst
as a shield

against a perceived
emotional threat.

That says it, all right.

Oh, that's very funny
coming from you.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Well, you're hardly one to
talk about being defensive.

And why is that exactly?

Well, you just pretend
that nothing bothers you

and then you turn everything
into a joke.

That's a valid observation.

Defense mechanisms
come in many forms.

That's ridiculous.

I am an easygoing person...

who is just trying
to be friendly to someone

who is obviously terrified
of having a friend.

Fear of intimacy is a common
indication of low self-esteem.

Perhaps if you stopped
to analyze

the root cause, you might...

If you find it so difficult
to be my friend,

then why keep trying?

That's a good question.

I think I'll stop
wasting my time.

I pulled a power cell
and some relay circuits

out of a food dispenser.

And this little thing looks
like some sort of capacitor.

It should do.

If you can find
another like this one,

we'll be able to construct
a second weapon.

You're assuming
the first one will work.

Yes.

I'll get on it right away.

Maybe if I take apart
the sonic shower assembly.

I've got to give
you credit, Tuvok.

Working on the fly
with nothing but random parts

with no guide to follow...

I never thought Vulcans
had much of a knack

for improvising.

Our circumstances seem to
require a certain flexibility.

You could say that.

This reminds me
of those survival classes

they put us through
at the Academy--

surprise tactical simulations.

Getting dropped off
in the woods

with no chance to prepare.

They certainly taught you
to live by your wits.

That was a lesson
I had already learned.

During the Rite of fal‘oth,

I survived in the Vulcan
desert for four months

with a ritual blade
as my only possession.

After that, Starfleet
training exercises

seemed less of a challenge.

I guess so.

This weapon is complete.

When Mr. Neelix returns

with a second capacitor,
I'll...

improvise another.

Lieutenant, I haven't seen
any sign of a portal.

Frankly, I'm getting
tired of this.

Holograms don't get tired.

Keep looking.

We've tried to get
out of here for years.

The closest I ever came
was finding the portal

between our two environments.

I- don't mean
to be pessimistic,

but I don't think
there is a way out.

There must be-- we just
have to keep looking.

Well, I know it's too early
for you to accept this,

but life here isn't so bad.

Once we stopped
trying to escape,

we actually began
enjoying ourselves.

Captain, we found something.

It's directly in front of me.

Here?

Yes, right there.

Well, if my scanning services
are no longer required,

I'll return
to my medical duties.

We can cover more ground
if we split up.

Tuvok and I will take
this direction.

You three go that way.

We'll meet back here
in 20 minutes.

I don't think we're
supposed to be in here.

B'Elanna, over here.

There's another one.

Self-contained biospheres--

every one of them different.

It's definitely some kind
of control station.

I can bring up information,

but I can't understand
what it says.

If the Nyrians downloaded
Voyager's cultural database,

you may be able to tap into
the translation algorithm.

Oh, much better.

"The Federation habitat.
Population: 148."

At least they haven't detected
that anyone's missing.

Here's another environment.

And another.

How many are there?

Captain, there's data here
for 94 different environments.

They're holding
thousands of prisoners.

There's got to be something

that'll tell us about
the layout of this place.

Authorized access only.

I'll try to bypass
their security codes.

Good.
I'm getting something.

Incredible, Tuvok.

We're on a ship.

We should attempt
to locate the Bridge.

If there is one
I can't find it, but...

there seems to be a more
extensive command center

four decks above us.

Maybe I can access it from here.

More security lockouts.

We may need to disable
the entire security subroutine.

There's been an unauthorized
access at one of the terminals.

Some of the life-forms
have escaped their habitat.

Find them and put them back.

We are attempting
to do that now.

However, if they resist,

stronger measures
may become necessary.

If they leave you
no other alternative...

you have the authorization
to use force.

How soon can we go to warp?

I want to go back there.

Just a few minutes.

Let's go back.

No. We've got to find
the Captain and Tuvok.

They might need our help.

We have to help ourselves.

This is our chance to get back
into our own environments.

If you want to go, then go.

We're not leaving them behind.

Don't move.

I surrender.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't my idea.

They made me come along.

They, uh...

went around that corner.

Follow them.

He just activated
a translocator control.

One life-form was sent
from an access tunnel

to the biosphere
adjacent to ours.

That must have been Jarleth.

This translocator
is what the Nyrians used

to get on our ship.

Then we should be able
to use the same method

to return to Voyager.

Assuming we can figure
out how to use it.

We're getting
an incoming transmission

from the biosphere vessel--
audio only.

Taleen to Dammar.

Some of the life-forms have
accessed the control systems.

They have weapons.

We need reinforcements.

We're on our way to you now.

Increase speed
to maximum velocity

and take us close enough
to translocate

my entire security force
at once!

Yes, sir.

Something's wrong
with the phaser.

The power cell's
probably running out.

These aren't exactly
Starfleet issue.

We've got to get out
of these tunnels.

There must be somewhere to hide
in one of these habitats.

Tom, I think I found one.

Here it is.

Remember how we had

to warm up the ship
for the Nyrians?

This is the last place
they'd want to follow us.

Stop!

Follow them.

That's an order.

This translocator has
an extremely long range--

over ten light-years.

Great distances must
limit its capacity.

That's why the Nyrians

could only send one person
to Voyager at a time

and bring one of us here.

Their method has
the added advantage

of appearing innocent,
at least in the beginning.

I can't find
the command pathways

to get the system operative

and I don't imagine
we have much longer

before they find us.

Maybe coming in here
wasn't such a good idea.

Let's hope it's worse
for them than it is for us.

Careful.

That phaser's just about dead.

They can't last much longer.

We've just got to stay
one step ahead of them.

We don't want to get too
far away from the portal.

Maybe we should find
a place to hide.

Let me see the phaser.

My hands are completely numb.

Here.

I would have thought all
that hot Klingon blood

would have kept you warm.

Shows how much you know
about Klingons.

They have much less tolerance
for the cold than humans do.

Really? I thought
that was Cardassians.

No, they just complain
about it more.

Better?

I think that'll amplify
the power cell...

enough for one more shot.

B'Elanna.

Nice shot.

Now, let's get out of here
before we freeze to death.

I've got
the basic operation down,

but I can't quite figure out
how to lock on to a target.

Can you access anything

that might function
like our targeting scanners?

There are bio-sensors contained

within the monitoring
programs of each habitat.

- Perhaps...
What is it?

I'm detecting human life-forms
in one of the environments.

The Argala habitat.

Tom and B'Elanna.

Possibly.

They may have taken refuge there
to hide from the Nyrians.

Doesn't look very inviting,
does it?

The temperature is
minus 20 degrees Celsius.

They can't last long in that.

We've got to get them out.

Captain, there's a ship
approaching at high warp.

It's Voyager.

If the Nyrians are bringing
in reinforcements,

we're in trouble.

Keep working
on those bio-scanners.

I didn't think we went
this far from the portal.

I don't think I can
go on any farther.

You have to keep moving.

Oh, I'm so sleepy.

No, B'Elanna, get up.

No, you go on.
I'm just going to rest here.

If you do that, you'll die.

No, I'll be fine.

I just have to close my eyes
for a minute.

Oh, no, I am not going
to let you do this.

On your feet now, Torres.
That's an order!

You can't give me orders.

We're the same rank.

I am a Bridge officer,
and I have seniority.

Oh, yeah, by about two days.

On your feet, now!

Come on.

You been wanting to take
a swing at me for days.

Now's your chance.

You're just trying
to get me moving.

You will keep moving.

Or do I have to throw you
over my shoulder

and carry you out?

Don't even try it.

Where are we?

The... Argala habitat, sir.

Get us out of here.

Where's the portal?

You did this.

I've taken control
of your translocation system.

My Tactical Officer
is standing by

waiting for my next order.

And-And what would that be?

That depends on you.

Surrender my ship...

and release
all the prisoners here.

Unacceptable.

All right.

You can stay where you are,

and greet
your fellow crew members

as we translocate them here
to join you.

And if we do surrender?

We'll find you
a nice, warm habitat

where you'll be comfortable

while we contact the native
worlds of your prisoners

and arrange for their return.

And once we've disabled
your translocator...

you'll be free to go.

I'm sorry you don't wish
to be reasonable.

Mr. Tuvok, get me out of here
and prepare to...

No! Wait!

Captain's Log, Stardate 50929.6.

The Nyrians
have surrendered Voyager

and my crew
is safely back on board.

The former prisoners
on the habitat vessel

have contacted
their native worlds

and are waiting
to be taken home.

Nice day.

Beautiful.

Things were pretty
chilly there for a while.

I guess they were.

Feels good to be warm again.

Yeah.

It sure does.