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This is...
...to the USS Voyager.

If you are receiving
this message...

please... it carefully.

We have...

This is Starfleet...

...receiving this message...

This is Starfleet Command...

...this message, study...
carefully.

We have...

What happened?

I'm not sure.

The transmission just...
stopped.

Locate the source.

See if you can get it back.

It looks like...

Captain,
the transmission was sent

along the same network
of alien relay stations

we used to send the Doctor
to the Alpha Quadrant.

Starfleet Command must be
using them just like we did.

Harry, can you clear
the interference

from that message?

Yes, ma'am.

They said they wouldn't stop

until they found
a way to get us home.

Nonetheless, we can't assume
they've been able

to devise a plan this quickly.

They're communicating with us.

That's a big step.

Okay, I've reprocessed
everything we received.

I've cleared out
most of the interference.

Here it is.

This is Starfleet Command
to the USS Voyager.

If you are receiving
this message,

please study it carefully.

We have information...

That's all we got.

It looks like the bulk
of the transmission

is lodged in one
of the relay stations.

Can you tell which one?

It's about 3.8
light-years from us

on a heading of 274 mark 13.

Set a course, Tom.

Last time we used one
of those stations,

the people who built
it weren't too happy.

We'll deal with that
if we have to,

but I'm not going to lose
this opportunity.

We're going to find out what
the rest of that message says.

This is ... Command
to the USS Voyager.

If you are

receiving this message,
please study it carefully...

Who sent this message?

Unknown.
It comes from across the galaxy.

Locate the ship receiving it.

It's on a course
to one of our modules.

Intercept.

Maybe they've figured out
a way to get us home.

How could they get us home
from 60,000 light-years away?

Who knows
what technological advances

Starfleet has come up with
since we've been gone?

They might have developed

a whole new way
of traveling through space.

Since it was technology
that brought us

to the Delta Quadrant
in the first place,

it's a reasonable assumption

technology
could bring us back again.

Starfleet found
a stable wormhole

to the Gamma Quadrant.

Maybe they've discovered
one that leads here.

This kind of speculation can be
intriguing, but be careful

about setting yourselves up
to be disappointed.

I'm just happy my folks
know I'm alive.

I imagine there were
quite a few celebrations

when people got the news.

Probably, but I can see

where it might make things
more difficult for some.

I'd guess a lot of people
had given up on us--

done their mourning,
gone on with their lives--

found some kind of resolution.

Now they get word
that we're alive,

but so far away that we
might as well be dead.

Some people might feel that way,
but not my mom and dad.

At the very least, we know
the relay stations extend

almost all the way
to the Alpha Quadrant.

If Starfleet has found a way to
use them to transmit messages,

we'll be able to stay
in constant contact

with people at home.

That has to be comforting.

Sure it is, but I think
it's more comforting

to think that Starfleet
is going to get us home.

If no one objects, that's
what I'm going to do.

You were supposed to report

to Sick Bay this morning
for your weekly checkup.

Where have you been?

Here, doing my job.

And just what is
this pressing task?

I'm trying to retrieve
more of the message

transmitted
from Starfleet Command.

Hmm. Your devotion
to duty is admirable,

but you must remember
that your implants

have to be monitored
regularly.

I'm fine.

No, you're not.

I'm detecting reduced levels
of erythrocytes in your blood.

How long has it been
since you regenerated?

58 hours.

Well, that explains it.

We've discussed this before,
Seven.

You must regenerate
in your alcove

for at least three hours a day.

I have gone
as long as 200 hours

without regenerating.

That was when you were a Borg.

You seem to forget you're
a good deal more human now.

I assure you,
I have not forgotten.

Another one.

I beg your pardon?

I've retrieved
another word of text.

That makes six.

Six words in 58 hours?

Wouldn't it be
more efficient just to wait

until we arrive
at the relay station?

This message is important
to the Captain.

I'm aware of that.

In fact, if it weren't
for me, this transmission

wouldn't have been possible
in the first place.

I was the one
who risked my matrix

in order to go
to the Alpha Quadrant.

If we ever get home,

I expect I'll become
quite the hero.

"Emergency Medical Hologram
instrumental

in the return of Voyager crew."

Has a nice ring to it,
don't you think?

On the other hand,
it is entirely possible

that your program
will be deleted

and you'll be upgraded
to conform

to the most recent standards.

Unlikely.

I've accomplished things
no EMH ever has.

In fact, most likely
I'll become

an object of intense
study and discussion--

possibly even veneration.

What's that?

Report.

We're encountering some kind
of gravimetric forces.

Source?

Looks like it's coming

from the relay station
we're heading for.

That station is still
two light-years away.

How could it project
a gravimetric field this far?

It would have to have

an incredibly powerful
energy source.

I've compensated
for the disturbance.

We should be all right--

at least until we get closer.

I'm detecting a ship, Captain.

800,000 kilometers
off the port bow.

On screen.

It's adrift.

No propulsion systems,
no weapons, no life support.

I'm picking up
one male humanoid aboard.

He's dead.

As soon as we're close enough,
beam the body to Sick Bay.

I want to know how he died.

What's happened to him?

He appears to have suffered
a complete osteotomy.

He's been gutted.

Apparently, some kind of
surgical procedure was used

to remove the entire skeleton,

as well as the musculature,
the ligaments and tendons,

and the internal organs.

How long ago did this happen?

It's difficult to say.

Somewhere between
a week and a month.

I've seen this before.

The Borg encountered
a small ship of Species 5174.

They were also destroyed
in this fashion.

Did you ever determine
who did it and why?

No, it was irrelevant.

Return the body to his ship.

His people may be able
to retrieve him.

Very well.

When we get closer
to the station,

we can use the data processors
in Astrometrics

to download the message.

Yes, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51501.4.

After two days at high warp,

we're close enough
to the relay station

to see it on long-range
visual sensors.

Not exactly what I expected.

It looks ancient.

Radiometric decay ratios
indicate

it's at least 100,000 years old.

Scan for life-forms.

Negative, sir.

Looks like there's nobody home.

Well, that's good news.

Here we go again.

The gravimetric field.

Commander, if my sensors

are right,
that station is using

a quantum singularity
as a power source.

A black hole?

It's a tiny one, probably
about a centimeter in diameter,

but it's putting out almost
four terawatts of energy.

Then someone has managed
to contain a singularity,

construct a space station
around it and tap its power.

That's fascinating.

Can we take this ship
any closer?

I wouldn't recommend it.

Voyager would take a beating
from the gravimetric eddies.

All right, Tom, back us off.

Aye, sir.

Bridge to Janeway.

Go ahead.

We're as close as we're
going to be able to get.

Okay. We'll see if we can
download the message from here.

The datastream degraded
during transmission.

Elements have been
dislocated, rearranged.

It's going to require some time
to decompress the message

and rearrange it
in the proper sequence.

Don't worry about the sequence.

Get it out in bits and pieces
if you have to.

We can put it together later.

I've accessed a block of data.

I'm downloading the text.

"How much we miss you...

"We talk about you often...

wondering about your... day."

It sounds awfully personal
from Starfleet Command.

"The children have grown
so much you wouldn't... "

These are letters.

These are letters from home.

You'll be the official
mail carrier, Neelix.

We'll get you the letters

as quickly as we
can download them.

A task I'm happy
to perform, Captain.

I can tell you, I've never
seen the crew this excited.

This is as close
as they've come

to their families
in almost four years.

I promise to treat these
like gemstones.

By the time you've
delivered them,

we should have more.

Captain.

I've discovered something odd.

There seems to be more
here than just letters.

What do you mean?

There's a latent datastream
buried under the message.

It's heavily encrypted.

Encrypted?

It appears to contain

a large block of text
and what may be maps.

Can you retrieve any of it?

Not immediately.

When more of the letters
have been cleared out,

I should be able to access
the coded message.

Well... I might just hope
that it contains a plan

for bringing us back
to the Alpha Quadrant.

I'm curious, Seven.

What do you think
about all this?

Messages, the possibility
of getting home?

It lacks any emotional
resonance for me.

I've never even been to Earth.

You realize
you may have family there.

That had not occurred to me.

You could have cousins,
grandparents...

There might be more emotional
resonance than you think.

I am happy to announce

that I have the first
letters from home.

Who are they for, Neelix?

Uh, this one is addressed
to Commander Chakotay.

Who's it from, Commander?

An old friend...

the person who recruited
me into the Maquis.

Maybe I'll read this
in private.

Tom, you have the Bridge.

Neelix, wait a minute.

Aren't there any more?

No. No more
for the Bridge crew.

Not yet.

Be patient.

Come in.

Good news, Mr. Vulcan.

This one's for you.

Thank you, Mr. Neelix.

You can put it on the desk.

Was there something more?

Aren't you going to read it?

Of course.

I- mean, aren't you
going to read it now?

I'm finishing my weekly
tactical review.

When it's completed
I'll read the message.

You're going to wait

until you've finished
the tactical review?

Do you have
any reason to believe

the content of the message
will change during that time?

Well, that's not the point.

It's a letter from your family.

Don't you want to know
what it says?

I fully intend to find out
what it says.

It has some important news.

You mean you've read it?

Well, only the first few lines.

When I was seeing
who it was addressed to,

l... I couldn't help it.

I-l... would you like me
to read it to you?

Very well.

"My husband, we have
been given the news

"that you are alive.

"Your children and I

"have asked the priests
at the Temple of Aymonk

to say prayers
for your safe return."

That's very sweet.

Amonak.

Pardon?

The Temple of Amonak--

one of the most sacred
on Vulcan.

Amonak. Of course.

"The most significant news

"is the fact
that your first son, Sek,

"has gone through the Pon farr.

"He mated and has
become a father.

"You are now the grandfather
of a healthy female

who they have named T'Meni,
after your mother."

You're a grandfather!

Isn't that wonderful?

Congratulations!

What should we call you now?

Grandpa? Gramps?

I think Commander Tuvok
will suffice.

Thank you, Mr. Neelix.

I'll read the rest to myself.

Just as long as you
read it right away.

No procrastinating.

Who knows what else
might be in that letter?

Is that a letter to you,
Captain?

Yes. Seven just downloaded it.

I'll be in my ready room.

Yes, ma'am.

Have you gotten a letter yet?

Don't expect one.

Do you remember Sveta?

Of course.

I got one from her.

Why would she be writing you?

Chakotay, what is it?

Something terrible has happened.

I read that letter for an hour
before I could accept it.

Now I have to tell
everyone else...

and I'm not sure how to do it.

It's over, B'Elanna.

There are no more Maquis.

What are you saying?

There are thousands of us.

All wiped out.

It seems the Cardassians
have an ally...

a species
from the Gamma Quadrant

who supplied them
with ships and weapons.

Atara?

Roberto?

Everyone except us is dead?

Just about.

Sveta and a few lucky ones
are in prison.

No...

B'Elanna...

Don't!
Don't try to console me.

I don't want to be comforted.

Those were our friends...

good people willing to put
their lives on the line

for something they believed in

and now you're telling
me that they are gone...

that they are slaughtered.

Those are the risks we all took.

We knew where it could lead.

It's not right and you know it.

I will make someone pay,
I swear I will.

If we ever get back.

Tom... I heard there are

at least 30 more letters
that have been downloaded.

Oh, yeah?

Neelix is supposed
to be on his way here now.

What do you suppose
this is, anyway?

What what is?

This mystery dish.

It tastes vaguely like chicken,

but it has the consistency
of corn husks.

Is that all
you can think about--

what you're eating?

Well, I don't like guessing
at what I put in my stomach.

Tom... we're getting
letters from home.

Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

Not particularly.

I don't believe you.

You know, it's really
not that bad.

Here he comes.

Good news.

Seven has been able
to download some more letters.

This one is for Susan Nicoletti.

- Is she here?
- Oh, yes.

Fitzpatrick.

Right here.

Thank you.

Ah, Kyoto.

Golwat.

Thank you.

Ashmore.

- Dorado.
- I'm here.

There's not going
to be one for me.

He's not done yet.
Hang on.

And finally...

Parsons.

I'm sorry if your name

hasn't come up,
but Seven is still working.

Neelix, I thought you
had over 30 letters.

30?
Where did you hear that?

That's what was going around.

Don't pay any attention
to rumors.

Right.

Aren't you going
to eat your lunch?

I'm not hungry.

You shouldn't get
your hopes up, Harry.

No hopes, no disappointments.

I'm not you.

Come in.

Captain, I'm beginning
to have trouble

accessing the datastream.

The longer it remains
lodged in the relay station,

the more it degrades.

If we could get near enough,

we could try to stabilize
the containment field,

but I can't risk taking
the ship in any closer.

A shuttle could withstand
the gravimetric eddies

more easily than Voyager.

I'd like to try it.

I'd want Commander Tuvok
to go with you.

For what reason?

It isn't my custom
to send an away team of one.

As you wish.

Hi.

Hi. I thought Seven
was working in here.

She's gone with Tuvok

to shore up the station's
confinement field.

I've taken over for her.

Disappointed?

Of course not.

Would you stop that?

I've told you,
there's nothing between us.

I know there's nothing
between you.

It's purely
a one-way attraction.

Very funny.

Harry, you might as well
wear a big sign

that says, "I'm in love."

Everyone sees it.

Look, I'll admit
that for a while...

Well, she's
a very attractive woman,

but I've gotten over that.

Okay.

Fine. Believe whatever you want.

If you didn't come
down here to see her,

why did you?

I wanted to know...

if I'd gotten a letter yet.

Sorry. I haven't
seen anything so far.

Do you think... there's going
to be one for everybody?

I'm sure
that Starfleet contacted

the families and friends
of everyone on this ship.

They know how important
that would be.

I hope so.

Harry... you'll get one.

Try to be patient.

Commander, am I correct
in assuming

that Vulcans are
incapable of lying?

We are capable of telling lies.

However, I have never found it
prudent or necessary to do so.

You have never lied?

Only under orders
from a superior officer.

Then I must ask you something.

Is it the Captain's custom

to send at least two people
on an away mission?

It's not only her custom,

it's recommended
Starfleet protocol.

I see.

Is there a purpose
to your question?

I am wondering if the Captain
still doesn't trust me--

if she feels
I require supervision.

I am not certain
how the Captain regards you,

but her decision
to have me accompany you

on this mission
shouldn't be taken

as evidence
of any particular attitude.

I believe we are close enough
to emit a polaron pulse.

Bring the main deflector
on line.

Ready.

The variance in the containment
field is now at .29.

That should prevent further
degradation of the signal.

Let me ask you a question,
Seven.

Is the Captain's opinion
important to you?

My understanding
of the hierarchy on Voyager

is that the Captain's opinion

is important to every
member of the crew.

What's happened?

We've just been scanned

by a subnucleonic beam
of some kind.

The navigational sensors
have been disrupted.

We must get Voyager to send out

a directional beacon
to guide us back.

Tuvok to Voyager.

Voyager, please respond.

Commander, we've lost
other systems as well.

We have no communications,
no warp engines...

and no weapons.

I suspect this was
done intentionally

by the ship
that's approaching rapidly

off our port stern.

They're at 50,000 kilometers
and closing.

Our shields
are losing integrity.

I'll try to get at least
one phaser array back on line.

Commander, one more hit

and we'll be susceptible
to a hull breach.

That ship is larger than ours.

If we lure it
closer to the station,

it will be far more vulnerable

to the gravitational eddies
than we are.

A tractor beam.

We're being pulled
toward the ship.

I'll try to disrupt it.

Unsuccessful.

Launching a distress beacon.

Torres to the Bridge.

Go ahead.

Captain, could Lieutenant Paris
come down here?

I think I've got something
he'd want to see.

He's on his way.

It's a letter for you.

It's coming through right now.

For me?

It's right here.

Who's it from?

I can't tell yet.

Maybe it's from the rehab colony

telling me
I've violated probation.

Why are you acting like this?

I just want to know
who the letter's from, okay?

We should know in a minute.

I'll be on the Bridge.

What, you're not going to wait?

I'm on duty.

Voyager is hanging in space.

There's not a lot to do
at the helm.

I just thought
that I should be at my post.

You may be able to fool
someone else with that ploy,

but you're talking to me, Tom.

Just download the letter, okay?

A little more has come in.

It's from Starfleet.

From... an Admiral Owen.

Do you know him?

Admiral Owen Paris.

That's my father.

That's wonderful.

Yeah, maybe.

l... don't know
exactly why, but...

the more everybody gets excited
about these letters from home,

the more I don't want
any part of it.

Maybe because...

what I have on Voyager...

is so much better than anything
I ever had back there.

I just don't want the reminder.

You're not the same person
you were four years ago.

What makes you think he is?

No. You don't know him.

At least give him a chance.

He's obviously reaching out.

When he forms an opinion
about something,

nothing can change his mind.

Fine.

Excuse me if I can't feel
terribly sorry for you.

I learned this morning that
a lot of my friends are dead

and I've gone
from being so angry

that I wanted to kill someone...

to crying for an hour.

And now I'm just trying to...

to accept it and move on.

B'Elanna... that's awful.

Oh, I am so sorry.

And here I am
going on about something

that doesn't even matter
anymore.

No, no. I'm sorry.

It obviously does.

You care what he thinks
about you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I still do.

I'll let you know
when I get the whole letter.

Come in.

Looks like Tuvok and Seven
pulled it off.

The containment field
has stabilized quite a bit.

B'Elanna says
she's downloading the letters

much more easily now.

That's good news.

They don't have the shuttle
on sensors yet,

but they should be back soon.

I've learned
a few interesting things

about that relay station.

It's generating as much energy

every minute as a typical
star puts out in a year.

What's amazing to me

is that someone
100,000 years ago

was harvesting
microsingularities.

If nobody shows up to protest,

I'd like to stay here
for a while--

try to find the answers
to some of these questions.

This is the kind
of archeological puzzle

that's always fascinated me.

Want a cup?

No, thanks.

You haven't mentioned
your letter.

Who was it from?

It was from Mark...

the man I was engaged to.

He told me
about the litter of puppies

my dog had--
how he found homes for them,

how devastated he was
when Voyager was lost...

how he held out hopes
we were alive

longer than most people did...

until he realized that he
was clinging to a fantasy.

So he began living
his life again--

meeting people,
letting go of the past.

About four months ago,

he married a woman
who works with him.

He's very happy.

And how do you feel about that?

Well, I knew he'd eventually
move on with his life...

but there was such
a finality to that letter.

Kim to the Captain.

Can you come to the Bridge?

What is it?

We picked up

an automated distress signal
from Tuvok's shuttle.

Sensors show
there's no one on board.

Seven.

Seven of Nine.

Where are we?

I assume
we're on the alien ship.

This is most uncomfortable.

Have you seen anyone?

No.

If we can reach
one of those blades,

perhaps we can
cut through these bindings.

You were pathetic prey.

Easily taken.

The hunt was not satisfying.

I want information.

Why do you violate our property?

I could snap your puny neck
with one twist.

Hardly worth taking.

Answer me.

Why do you use our modules?

We're trying to retrieve

important messages
from our home.

Return us to our ship
and we'll be on our way

without trespassing again.

I took you in a fair hunt.

I claim the relics
of the chase.

Are the others on your ship

able to put up more
of a fight than you?

You will find our Captain
a formidable opponent

and our ship heavily armed.

Good. Strong prey makes
for a better hunt.

Release us now
and you'll be safe.

Otherwise, we will destroy you.

Pitiful relics.

They are the first
of their kind.

I will be envied.

I've located their ship.

It's 4,000 ketrics
from the module.

We'll be there within the hour.

Go to stalking mode.

Why do you hesitate?

The rest of the group
is on its way.

I wanted to claim
this prey for myself.

We may not be able
to take them alone.

We need the strength
of the others.

I won't share prey
with the others.

These two must be
the only relics!

Prepare them!

Captain.

It's tricky to scan
through the interference,

but I think
I'm detecting a ship.

What kind of ship?

Let me reconfigure
the sensor array.

It's Hirogen

and Tuvok and Seven
are on it.

Hail them.

On screen.

I'm Captain Janeway
of the Starship Voyager.

You have two
of my crew on board.

Disconnect your link
to our module

and leave this space.

Not without my people.

They are my relics.

I'm prepared to offer
you something

for their safe return.

Surely we can come
to an agreement.

If the rest of my group arrives,
you will be taken as well.

I'm giving you a chance to run.

We don't run.

Captain, I've got three
more ships on sensors

coming toward us at high warp.

Don't be foolish.

Leave now and save yourselves.

Give me my people
and we'll do just that.

They're mine!

Then get ready for a fight.

Red Alert.

Are they prepared?

Yes.
But now is not the time for it.

We should wait
until the others arrive

and take the ship.

I want to make the first Kill.

You will verify it.

If there is a battle,
we must join it.

The others can wage the battle.

Perhaps you are more interested
in collecting relics.

Perhaps your judgment
is clouded.

Don't question me again.

We do it now.

I suggest you think carefully
about your decision.

If you kill us, our Captain will
hunt you down and show no mercy.

I'm not concerned.

Lower the harness.

A long, coiled intestine--

an interesting trophy.

What possible use could you
make of my intestines?

Unusual relics are prized.

Yours will make me envied by men
and pursued by women.

You are a crude species.

Only your size
makes you formidable.

Your insults are as pitiful
as your efforts to escape.

This one first.

I want the female to witness
what will happen to her.

Their bone structure

makes cutting
through the back difficult.

This will take time.

Bridge to Torres.

Torres here, Captain.

How much longer?

I'm getting it out
piece by piece.

At least another half hour.

How are you coming?

That ship has some kind
of monotanium armor plating.

It's scattering
the targeting beam.

The other three ships
are closing.

They're within
6,000 kilometers.

Captain, those ships
have massive weapons.

They've definitely
got us outgunned.

Harry, let me see those ships

in relation
to the relay station.

Yes, ma'am.

Maybe we can use that quantum
singularity to our advantage.

How?

If we can boost the effect
of the singularity--

increase the gravitational pull,

we might be able to stop them.

The pull would increase
if we could weaken

the station's containment field.

An antithoron burst might do it.

If we're not careful,
we might be pulled in as well.

Don't worry.

We're going to be ready for it.

Harry, create a low-level
warp field around Voyager--

sublight energy level.

That should help counteract
the gravitational pull.

If the field is too strong,

we won't be able to beam
Tuvok and Seven aboard.

Then you'll have to find
the right balance,

won't you, Harry?

Yes, ma'am.

On my mark,

direct a level-8 antithoron
burst toward the station.

Have thrusters ready
for full reverse, Mr. Paris.

Understood.

I've established
a low-level warp field, Captain.

Antithoron system is on line.

I'm ready with thrusters.

Do it.

It's working.

Try the transporter lock
again, Harry.

Stabilize the ship!

I can't. The gravity well
is pulling us in!

That vessel is weakening
the module's containment field.

Ready weapons.

Signal the others to attack.

Torres to the Bridge.

Janeway here.

The antithoron burst
collapsed the signal.

I've gotten as much of the
message as I'm going to get.

Acknowledged.

Hail those ships.

Channel open.

This is Captain Janeway.

Agree to retreat, and we'll
restore the containment field.

Captain, they're firing!

Their weapons are destabilizing
the containment field!

This is Janeway.
Stop firing.

You're putting yourselves
in grave dan...

The field is going!

The singularity
is about to be exposed!

Captain, the ship
with Tuvok and Seven

is still being pulled in.

Get a tractor beam on it.

I have Tuvok and Seven targeted,

but if we try
to transport them now,

the gravity well could
scatter their patterns.

The tractor beam is weakening.

We're going to lose them!

Harry, we have to risk it.

Activating the transporter.

Full reverse! Increase
power to the engines!

No response.

Do you have them?

Not yet.

Their patterns are distorting.

Narrow the annular
confinement beam.

Tractor beam's
almost gone, Captain.

We're losing this tug-of-war.

Reroute all secondary power
to the tractor emitters.

The tractor beam collapsed.

That ship is headed
into the black hole.

I'm realigning
the pattern buffer.

I've got one more shot at it.

I got them!
They're in Transporter Room 2.

I need more power!

We're being pulled in!

Transfer all available power
to the engines.

It's not enough!

Shut down life support.

Structural integrity is failing.

The hull is starting to buckle.

We're going in!

Open the antimatter injectors
to 120 percent.

Captain, that could
breach the core.

So will that black hole.
Now, just do it.

Yes, ma'am.

We're free.

Resume course.

I'll be in Astrometrics.

Captain, look at this.

The energy released
from the singularity

created a massive discharge
along the relay network.

It disabled every one
of the stations.

How much of the message
were you able to get?

I got most
of the encrypted Starfleet text

and a few more personal letters.

How soon can we see
what Starfleet had to say?

Oh, it'll take
some time to decode.

Harry should
probably work on it.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have a few letters to deliver.

Neelix can do that.

No need.

Anyway, there's one
that I want to do personally.

Good news, Harry.

I got this at the last minute.

It's from my folks.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Tom.

I wasn't able
to download yours in time.

Just when I was getting eager
to read it.

You could assume
that he said he loves you...

and that he's proud of you.

I think I will.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Seven of Nine
and Commander Tuvok

suffered no serious
physical damage

after their encounter
on the alien ship.

I've been eager to hear
Tuvok's impressions

of the species
who took them hostage.

I learned
very little about them,

but I believe we should consider
them extremely dangerous.

They seem to lack
any moral center.

Do you know
why the relay network

was so important to them?

No. I assume they used it
for communications, as we did.

Well, they won't be
using it anymore.

They won't be pleased
about that, Captain.

I doubt we've seen
the last of them.

Come in.

If you'll excuse me.

Commander.

Repair teams have inspected
the ship from stem to stern.

Except for some maintenance
that's needed on the warp coils,

everything seems fine.

I suppose so.

Want some coffee?

Thanks.

Cream and sugar?

Two sugars.

Oh... two sugars?

You know, you drink
too much of that stuff.

Really?

If I'm not mistaken,

that's your third cup
this morning.

Fourth.
And on a day like today,

it won't be my last.

Coffee: the finest organic
suspension ever devised.

It's gotten me
through the worst

of the last three years.

I beat the Borg with it.

Oh, I'm sure Voyager
will be fine.

But I'm worried that the crew
might be a different story.

I think they were
hoping mail call

would become a regular part
of their day.

Neelix is putting together
an impromptu party.

He thought it might
cheer them up.

Good idea.
When will it be?

As soon as he can
get people together.

Leave it to Neelix to come up

with the right idea
at the right time.

How are you doing?

Me? I'm fine.

You'd say that if you just had

your legs torn off
by a Trayken beast.

Look what you've been through
in the last few days.

We finally make
a connection with home

and then it's
ripped away from us.

We manage to make another enemy

who's going to try
and hunt us down

and destroy us,
and on top of that...

It's all right.
You can say it.

On top of all that,
I got a "Dear John" letter.

It wasn't really a surprise.

1 guess I didn't really
expect him to wait for me

considering the circumstances.

But it made me realize
that I was using him

as a safety net, you know--

as a way to avoid becoming
involved with someone else.

You don't have that safety net
anymore.

That's right.

But then again,
my life is far from uneventful

here in the Delta Quadrant.

It's not like I would
have had a chance

to pursue a relationship,

even if I had realized
I was alone.

You're hardly alone.

And to my way of thinking,
there's still plenty of time.

Plenty of time.

Neelix to the ready room.
The party's about to begin

and there are
only two people missing.

We're on our way.