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We shouldn't be here.

Don't worry.

Nobody saw us leave.

Hey, I need that.

What if somebody tries to call?

Shh.

What was that?

Don't worry.

Come here.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

After two weeks, we're close

to repairing the Varro's warp drive.

Then there's the Varro crew.

I'm starting to think

they'd rather give up warp travel than accept

help from strangers.

I thought we agreed

Central Control would be off-limits.

We did, but I need to access your warp assembly.

That technology's classified.

We have to reconfigure the assembly

if we're going to finish this job.

Then consider it finished.

We've come this far...

You've turned our ship upside down for two weeks.

I've yet to see any results.

You might check the antimatter injectors.

Back on line.

All you need now is a jolt of antimatter

from Voyager's engines and you'll be back in business,

but I need access to your warp assembly.

You know, I can understand

why you're distrustful of other species.

Frankly, we've had a rough time in the Delta Quadrant ourselves,

but our two species have made remarkable progress,

working together to repair your engines.

We've come a long way

since you ignored our opening hails.

Let's not throw all that away.

I'll admit we do share some things in common.

We're both on long journeys, looking for allies.

In many ways, we're like cousins.

"Cousins"?

Well, distant cousins-- think about it.

400 years ago, you started out the same way we did--

a single starship, a small crew, facing the unknown

and now, centuries later,

you've grown into a generational ship

with a history and culture all your own.

When I look at your vessel, I can't help but wonder

if I'm seeing Voyager's future.

Our journey could easily last several generations.

So, what do you say... cousin?

You can access the warp assembly from here.

Thank you.

Status?

Their plasma couplings are on line.

We're ready for the antimatter transfer.

Then let's get started.

Janeway to Voyager. Status?

Ready here, Captain.

Initiate the transfer.

Warp reactors 1 through 14 are coming on line.

It's working.

Keep your fingers crossed.

For luck.

If you're planning on leaving

through the viewport, you might want to get dressed.

The interstellar vacuum might get a little chilly.

What?

Oh. Funny.

Come back to bed.

I can't sleep.

Cuddle.

I can't cuddle.

I told you we're not going to get caught.

If someone had seen us, they would've reported it by now.

I'm violating about half a dozen regulations

by just being in this room, and what we did earlier...

I don't know if Starfleet even has a regulation for that.

What are you saying?

Making love is a crime in your culture?

Yes! No. What I'm saying is it's a breach of protocol.

How romantic.

The Captain instructed all away teams--

no personal interaction with the Varro crew.

I violated a direct order.

Come back to bed.

That's an order.

Are all humans so jumpy?

No.

Only me.

The warp engines.

They started the plasma transfer.

We've got to get down there.

We're late.

What are you waiting for?

To see what you look like in my uniform.

You don't understand.

If I'm not at my post...

You'll be executed.

Funny.

We better go in separately.

Impressive.

Just trying to orchestrate the antimatter flow.

You should try some Chopin when you're done.

Look who showed up for the final movement.

Excuse me?

Just a little late for the joke

as well as the job.

I was checking the manifolds in Segment 22.

Warp reaction's destabilizing.

Tal?

I can't find the problem.

We're less than a minute away from multiple core breaches.

Abort the transfer.

So much for finger crossing.

B'Elanna.

I'm reading microfractures all over the hull.

Why couldn't we detect that before?

Good question.

We'll have to check the hulls

on each of your vessel's segments.

But that'll take days.

The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.

Friendly people.

They've had a lot of bad experiences

with other species.

Well, I don't know.

It seems like your first contact went pretty well.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just wondering where you disappeared to today.

I told you.

I was checking the plasma conduits in...

In Segment 22. I know.

They must have sonic showers over there.

You're a lot cleaner than you were when you left.

You are such a lousy liar.

Haven't you learned anything from me

after five years?

She's cute.

Who?

That assistant engineer, Tal.

Cute enough.

Oh, here we go again.

What?!

You. Going after impossible women--

a hologram, an ex-Borg, the wrong twin,

and now a girl from a xenophobic species?

You're right. You're absolutely right.

I'm putting her out of my mind. I promise.

Good. Glad to hear it.

I'm due back on the Bridge.

See you in the morning.

Computer, open a channel to Varro ship,

Segment 16, Station 204.

Encode transmission with security protocol Alpha-7.

Channel open.

What took you so long?

I've been waiting 22 minutes for you to call.

I was testing myself,

seeing how long I could resist calling you.

And?

I lasted 22 minutes.

Should I feel complimented or insulted?

Since this is the first chance I've had to open a com-link...

complimented.

So... you liked what happened.

Yeah. A lot.

Enough to try it again?

Absolutely, but I've got to be honest.

I wasn't expecting something so... different.

Neither was I.

Our species look so similar.

Well, at least on the surface.

I would've never guessed

when it came down to the basics...

well, let's just say,

the birds and bees would be very confused.

"Birds and bees"?

I'm telling you,

you should take a look at their database.

They've got some pretty amazing stuff on that ship.

Stuff.

Well, their environmental control systems, for instance--

it's completely regenerative.

Zero waste.

Impressive.

It can be programmed to create almost any habitat.

If you wanted to, you could recreate Vulcan

in your quarters with that system.

Why would I want to?

A little taste of home in the Delta Quadrant?

Think about it--

springtime on the shores of Lake Yuron.

I require a desk and a bed, nothing more.

You're missing the point.

No doubt.

These people have been traveling for 400 years.

They've learned a thing or two about living comfortably.

Our systems are more than adequate.

1 give up.

After only two minutes?

Tuvok, how do you do it?

I wait until his own illogic overwhelms him.

I'm detecting an unauthorized transmission.

Origin?

Unknown.

It's been encoded.

Find out where it's going.

Where would you most like to be right now?

Besides your quarters?

Besides my quarters.

On a distant moon,

where the air is warm and the gravity is light.

No bulkheads around me.

Where, if I walk too quickly, I can almost fly.

I like that.

What about you?

Where would you most want to be right now?

Besides your cabin?

Besides my cabin.

Sorry. I can't come up

with anything better than your cabin.

And what would you do if you were here?

Now?

This very moment.

I'd ask you to dim the lights.

And what if I said... no?

Okay. So, we leave the lights on.

The message has been sent to the Varro ship.

Segment 16.

Living quarters.

Uh, Commander?

I think I can track that down for you.

Hold on. Something's wrong.

I'm losing the signal.

Tal?

The transmission has ended.

If it was a transmission.

Could have just been a glitch in the com system.

Run a diagnostic.

Finding the source of these structural problems

isn't going to be easy.

They've already scanned most of their ship

and come up empty.

I'm hoping we'll do a better job.

We should form smaller teams to maximize efficiency.

Agreed. We'll work in pairs.

Now, what I'd like to do is start with their reactor room

where we first detected the problem...

You owe me.

What?

Eyes front.

Last night I had to sabotage the com system

to cover your tracks.

You called her, didn't you?

Guilty.

How long has this been going on?

The truth.

From the moment we first saw each other.

It was like touching an open plasma relay.

Hmm. Sounds serious.

Maybe it is.

Has it occurred to you

that you're breaking a few dozen protocols?

We know what we're getting into.

Do you?

Our duty assignment.

We're to survey

the generational ship from Astrometrics.

Teams Alpha and Gamma have finished scanning

Sections 1 through 64.

Kind of puts a Borg cube to shame, doesn't it?

The vessel's technology is impressive,

but its construction is haphazard.

I guess they sort of improvised as they went along.

Seven, you've been around humans for a while now.

What do you think about love?

We're scanning for microfractures.

I don't see the relevance.

Just curious.

Parental love, romantic love,

affection between friends. Specify.

Romantic love.

An attraction based on sexual desire,

one that facilitates procreation.

I guess I'm asking the wrong person.

Not at all. The Borg have referenced

this condition in over 6,000 assimilated species.

"Condition"? You make it sound like a disease.

Physiologically, it bears

a striking similarity to disease.

A series of biochemical responses

that trigger an emotional cascade,

impairing normal functioning.

Forget it.

Are you in love, Ensign?

I guess that's what I've been asking myself.

You're glowing.

I beg your pardon?

Your epidermis luminesced.

Huh...

Must be the lighting in here.

No, it was you.

You should report to Sick Bay.

It's nothing.

You must comply.

Lie still.

I feel fine.

No doubt you're feeling wonderful.

Your beta endorphins are abnormally elevated.

Really?

You've been spending

a lot of time on the generational ship.

Do you recall coming into contact with any toxins?

Antimatter radiation?

No.

Maybe something in one of their medical bays--

a biological agent?

No.

Did you consume any of their cuisine?

No.

Doctor, there is unusual synaptic activity

in his cerebral cortex.

No kidding.

This could be the work of an alien virus.

We'll have to initiate full quarantine protocols.

Inform the Captain and request a bio-alert.

Wait.

There's no need for that.

I can explain.

I'm listening.

Could you give us some privacy?

If there is the possibility of an epidemic

the Doctor may require my assistance.

There isn't and he won't.

Please.

Last night, I had an...

encounter with one of the Varro.

Encounter?

A... personal encounter.

Specifically?

Sex. We had sex.

You had intimate contact with an alien species

without medical clearance?

It was in the heat of the moment.

I didn't think anything like this would happen.

Correction. If you'd been thinking,

you would have considered the risks

and exercised restraint.

Sit down.

You'll need a full biomedical workup,

and your "friend" will have to come in as well.

Do we have to drag her into this?

It is my medical responsibility,

which, I'm sorry to say, also requires me

to report this to the Captain.

I expected more from you.

I'm sorry.

l... don't know what I was thinking.

Don't you? I've seen Tal.

She's an impressive young woman, beautiful,

but that's no excuse

to ignore your obligations as a Starfleet officer.

Yes, ma'am.

There's a reason you took a semester

of interspecies protocol at the Academy.

There's also a reason

why the Handbook on Personal Relationships

is three centimeters thick.

"All Starfleet personnel must

"obtain authorization from their CO

"as well as clearance from their medical officer

"before initiating an intimate relationship

with an alien species."

Bravo. Unfortunately,

your recitation comes a little late.

According to the Doctor,

your condition isn't life-threatening.

There's no reason to confine you to Sick Bay,

but I do agree with his recommendation

to run full bio-scans on both you and Tal.

And her people need to be told,

so they can evaluate any bio-threat

you might've introduced into their population.

We're trying to help these people, Ensign,

earn their trust.

I was even hoping

they might return the favor, share their technology,

their insights into long-term space travel,

but your little escapade put that in jeopardy.

Permission to speak freely.

With all due respect...

this wasn't a fling.

I've really gotten to know Tal,

and I've developed true feelings for her.

Noted.

But there are regulations, and you've broken them.

I'm entering a formal reprimand into your record

and I'm ordering you to break off

this relationship.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Dismissed.

Commander, I wanted to share a few security concerns.

A few days ago, I noticed

some Mess Hall supplies had disappeared--

liquid nutriments, emergency rations,

nothing to warrant a Red Alert, but...

I took the liberty of investigating on my own.

Take a look at this.

Unauthorized use of the Mess Hall replicator

is hardly a felony.

It wasn't just unauthorized.

Someone accessed the ship's

environmental controls from that station.

Life support was routed to Jefferies Tube G-33, Deck 15.

Isn't that section normally uninhabited?

Whoever did this, encoded the procedure

so it wouldn't be detected.

It appears we have intruders.

It looks like a Varro scanning device.

Breathable oxygen is confined to this chamber

and the area immediately behind this hatch.

Stand back.

Come in.

Work?

No. I'm just tormenting myself with what-ifs.

What if I had the chance

to actually see that pulsar field,

go there instead of just squinting

at it through long-range sensors?

Too far off your course, huh?

Too close to an inhabited planet.

"They might make contact with us."

"It's too dangerous."

It's always the same thing.

The mighty generational ship.

All we do is run away from anything that's different.

But that's going to change.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

I, uh...

I can't see you anymore.

Captain's orders.

How did she find out?

Something happened to me this morning.

I had a strange sensation,

and then my skin luminesced, just like last night.

That shouldn't have happened.

Our species are too dissimilar.

What shouldn't have happened?

We call it olan'vora...

"the shared heart."

When two of us merge...

You know the biological connection

we had last night?

It becomes stronger.

It won't hurt you, Harry,

but it will change you.

It'll change both of us...

bring us closer.

So, can this process be reversed?

In time...

if we stay away from each other,

but if we don't...

the more we're together,

the harder it will be to stop it.

But then, you have your orders.

Orders.

It's an old story.

Boy meets girl from the wrong side of the galaxy.

Boy loses girl.

And girl loses boy.

It's not like we didn't know this was going to end.

At least we had two weeks.

Two great weeks.

Good-bye, Harry.

Bye.

Are you really going to let me leave?

If that's what you want.

It's not.

Welcome aboard.

Normally we like to know something about our guests

before we invite them to join us.

Care to tell us how you got here?

Through a docking port.

Your entry would have triggered an intruder alert.

Your technology is easy to circumvent.

It doesn't matter how I got here.

I'm not going back.

That remains to be seen.

You haven't explained

your reasons for leaving the generational ship.

I'm not a criminal, if that's what you think.

If you leave me at the next inhabited system,

I'll manage from there.

Your next stop is the brig unless you answer my questions.

I came aboard four days ago

with one of the work details.

Why?

Our ship's not the paradise

our leaders make it out to be.

There are thousands of us who feel like prisoners, and...

others who...

Continue.

There are...

rumors of a movement...

people who want to leave the ship.

Some of them are willing to take violent action.

Can you be more specific?

This is a trick.

A trick?

You're trying to get me to expose the movement.

Our leaders put you up to this.

On the contrary.

We haven't even told them we found you.

You're lying.

I don't have time for a debate.

You asked for asylum, fine.

I'll consider it,

but only if you answer my questions.

What movement?

Contact the Varro authorities.

Let them know we've found one of their people,

and take him to the brig.

You can tell the authorities that I'm not the only one.

There are hundreds more like me.

Learn anything about this supposed uprising?

Jippeq said the rumors are just that-- rumors--

but he's questioning our stowaway just to be certain.

New protocols for working with the Varro.

After the incident with Ensign Kim,

they insisted we keep our crews segregated.

That's pretty severe.

Harry violated protocol.

Frankly, I understand their position.

Is that why you came down so hard on him?

A formal reprimand for being intimate with a young woman?

I know it seems a little extreme...

but I wanted to leave a lasting impression.

Chalk it up to growing pains.

Well, he looks pained, all right.

Until now, he's had a spotless record.

Maybe you should reconsider.

What are you implying?

Are you angry because Harry disobeyed orders

or because he let you down?

I set the same standards for all my officers.

If I object to one of your decisions,

you'll hear me out... even insist I speak up.

You're my First Officer. He's an Ensign.

He hasn't earned the right to question my orders

whatever his personal views.

I see.

Engineering to the Captain.

Yes?

We found something.

On my way.

Do your officers make a habit

of seducing the species they encounter?

Certainly not, but it's my understanding

that this relationship was consensual.

I find that difficult to believe.

We don't share your cavalier attitude toward intimacy.

Our attitude is anything but cavalier.

Ensign Kim has already been reprimanded.

What about Tal? What happens to her?

In our society, mating is taken very seriously.

When two people choose each other, the bonding is permanent.

They become biochemically linked.

Separation is rare.

It induces illness, sometimes fatal.

What's to become of Tal

when your Ensign flies off in search of his next conquest?

Captain.

You found something?

We've detected microfractures

in one of Voyager's docking ports.

Microfractures?

That's the same problem we've been having.

A coincidence?

I had suspicions that it wasn't.

Seven confirmed them.

Observe. Silicon-based parasites

which feed on duranium alloys.

Apparently, they began replicating

on the Varro ship's hull several months ago

and then migrated to Voyager.

We analyzed them

and found artificial gene sequences.

The parasites are synthetic.

They may have been created by someone

aboard your vessel.

Sabotage? I don't believe it.

Perhaps not everyone

is content to be in your collective.

Tal, are you there?

Harry?

I can't keep this com-link open.

Where are you?

By my computer.

Okay. Get ready for a ride.

I'm locking on.

Aride?

Where are we?

A shuttlecraft.

Shuttlecraft?

A short-range vessel.

We use it for away missions.

We can go anywhere we want?

Anywhere.

For a while anyway.

I'm not due back on Voyager until 1900 hours.

They think I'm still out repairing a hull fracture.

I finished early.

You're a fugitive now.

How many protocols did you break this time?

Let's see...

unauthorized use of a shuttlecraft...

kidnapping...

Direct violation of the Captain's orders...

I must be crazy.

I like you crazy.

Navigation?

Oh, careful. That's the weapons array.

You know, you almost vaporized your living quarters.

Well, they could use a good cleaning.

Let's go somewhere.

Where?

There's a nebula about 300,000 kilometers from here.

I've been watching it on the sensors

for the past few days.

Oh, I would love to see it with my own eyes.

Have a seat.

Look at this-- a subspace vacuole

near the center of the cloud.

It must act as a gravitational anchor.

There's so much data here, it'll take weeks to analyze.

Do you have a storage device?

We need to download these readings.

What?

I've just never seen

anyone so excited about a class-3 nebula before.

Maybe you've been taking them for granted.

Maybe I have.

Don't stop.

You're beautiful when you're scanning.

Is that what you say to every girl you take for a ride?

I bet you've left a trail

of broken hearts across the Delta Quadrant.

Actually...

Problem?

Stray radiation from the nebula.

I thought it was the proximity alarm.

You said we had a couple of hours.

No one's going to come looking for us.

Oh, you don't know Commander Tuvok.

If he sees one electron out of place,

he calls for Red Alert.

Here we are alone,

and all I can think about is duty and orders.

Those things are important.

I think about them, too.

But sometimes you need to follow a different kind of protocol.

If you believe in something strongly enough,

you can't ignore it...

even if it means breaking a few rules.

That's why I took this shuttle, but every time I break a rule,

I feel like my skull is going to decompress.

I'm like some kind of... Borg drone--

programmed--

except I was designed to be the perfect Starfleet officer.

Top of his class...

captain of the velocity team, interstellar honors.

First field assignment--

Bridge officer on a starship.

Every cadet's dream come true.

You're not a program.

In fact, I envy your freedom.

I mean, your crew's mission-- to seek out life...

what could be more liberating?

You explore the unknown.

Don't be afraid to explore what's happening between us.

Oh, no.

The Delta Flyer.

Commander Tuvok?

We're being hailed.

Well, you better answer them before they open fire.

Kim here.

Ensign, you are

in direct violation of the Captain's orders.

Return to Voyager immediately and bring Derran Tal with you.

Yes, sir, but why bring Tal?

She's wanted by the Varro authorities

regarding an act of sabotage.

There's no point in lying.

We found a schematic for the parasite

on your personal database.

You realize this could destroy our ship, our home?

To some of us, it's more like a prison.

So you've resorted to sabotage,

no doubt involving him.

Mr. Kim's complicity remains to be proven.

He had nothing to do with our movement.

"Movement"?

Tell them.

It's none of their concern.

If you want our help, you'll need to explain.

She's referring to a small group of dissidents...

It's not a small group.

There are hundreds of us.

What are you trying to achieve?

Our freedom--

the right to live as we choose,

to go where we choose.

How will you accomplish that if your vessel is destroyed?

We're not trying to destroy it.

We're trying to dismantle it.

The parasites weren't placed randomly.

They're targeting the linkages between segments.

Each segment will become its own ship.

People can decide whether to go or stay.

You're destroying the work

of every generation that came before you.

Our ship isn't just a collection of modules.

It's an expression of unity, tradition.

For the sake of our history, we must respect the rights of...

Of the majority.

Yes.

What about the rights of the minority?

Tal... if those segments come apart,

there could be decompressive explosions...

most likely casualties.

Is that what you want?

You know more about the parasites than we do.

You could help us.

Captain, she's a criminal.

And maybe your only chance of stopping a catastrophe.

Set up a datalink with Voyager.

We'll do what we can from our end.

Tal...

I'll help you slow down the parasites,

SO you can evacuate the segments in danger...

nothing more.

Let's get started.

Captain...

Stow it, Ensign.

Right now, the only thing standing

between you and the brig is this report.

The Doctor's bio-scans

confirm that you and Tal have developed

some sort of biochemical bond.

Clearly, it's affected your behavior,

so I have to assume that's why you disobeyed my orders.

Report to Sick Bay.

You'll be confined there until this is over.

Captain!

I told you to report for treatment!

I don't want treatment!

In my ready room.

You've got 30 seconds

before I have Tuvok drag you to Sick Bay.

Captain, I am not sick.

I didn't disobey your orders

because I'm under some alien influence.

I disobeyed your orders because Tal and I are in love,

and it's not right for you to keep us apart.

Listen to yourself.

You don't sound anything like the Harry Kim I know.

Good. I have served on this ship for five years

and said, "yes, ma'am"

to every one of your orders, but not this time.

You're willing to risk your rank,

your career over this?

Have you ever been in love, Captain?

Your point?

Did your skin ever flush

when you were near another person?

Did your stomach ever feel like someone

hollowed it out with a knife

when you were apart?

Did your throat ever swell when you realized it was over?

Seven of Nine...

Seven of Nine told me love's like a disease.

Well, maybe it is-- pheromones, endorphins,

chemicals in our blood changing our responses,

physical discomfort,

but any way you look at it, it's still love.

For the sake of argument, let's say you're right.

Your feelings for Tal are no different

than mine for-- what?

The man I was engaged to marry?

Well, I lost him, and you're going to lose Tal.

You know that.

What the Doctor is offering you is a way to ease the pain.

That man you were going to marry--

if you could have just taken a hypospray

to make yourself stop loving him

so that it didn't hurt so much when you were away from him,

would you have done that?

Captain to the Bridge.

We're detecting structural breaches on the Varro ship.

Take your station.

Their shields are weakening.

One of the junctions is about to decompress.

On screen.

Mr. Paris, release the docking clamps.

Back us away.

Docking controls are off-line.

I can't break us free.

Their shields are continuing to weaken.

The superstructure will collapse

in less than three minutes.

If that happens while we're still docked...

Keep trying to break free.

Janeway to Varro control room.

What's your status?

Tal was able to slow the parasites' growth

with a polaron surge,

but the junctions are still destabilizing.

How much longer until you've evacuated the affected areas?

We need another two minutes at least.

I've got the docking controls back on line.

Initiate decompression sequence.

Wait. If we stay where we are,

and extend Voyager's structural integrity field

around the Varro ship,

we could buy them another minute or two.

They could finish the evacuation.

However, if an explosion occurs

while both ships are inside the field,

neither vessel will survive.

We can do it, Captain.

Keep us where we are.

Janeway to Engineering.

Torres here.

Divert all available power to the integrity field

and extend it around the Varro ship.

Understood.

Voyager is reinforcing our shields.

Surprising, isn't it?

A ship of outsiders risking their lives to save ours.

They're unusual people.

Or maybe the galaxy isn't as hostile as you think.

All junctions are clear.

What are you waiting for?

Tell Voyager to move away.

I'm initiating another polaron surge.

We can destroy these parasites.

It's too late.

You'll only destroy Voyager along with our ship.

Let them go.

Let us go.

Tal to Voyager.

The evacuation's complete.

Disengage your structural field and move to a safe distance.

Releasing docking clamps.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Most of the Varro have opted to stay together

traveling in separate ships, but the dissident group

has been granted permission to break away

and find their own path.

We wish them luck.

Come in.

I wasn't sure I'd see you again.

The Captain gave me permission to say good-bye.

How are you feeling?

Lovesick.

Me, too.

Will you manage?

We have medications.

I'll recover eventually.

So, where are you going?

The Natori system.

A pair of binary stars caught in each other's gravity.

We passed within a parsec three months ago,

and now we're going back for a real look.

Do me one favor.

Anything.

Next time you run across a class-3 nebula,

think of me.

Chronic sleep loss, acute gastroenteritis--

you must feel awful,

yet you're still refusing treatment?

Captain, just the person I wanted to see.

This nonsense has gone on long enough.

Order Mr. Kim to take his medicine.

Is his condition fatal?

That's hardly the point.

Will he recover without taking his medicine?

Yes, but it could take weeks, even months.

Well, then, if Mr. Kim wants to suffer...

Sometimes I think everyone on this ship

has been possessed by alien hormones.

Would you excuse us, please?

Thank you.

Oh, don't thank me.

I have no intention of relieving you of your duties,

no matter how lousy you feel.

I understand.

And the reprimand still stands.

I've been thinking about how I reacted

to your relationship with Tal.

You reacted like any Captain would.

Probably, but I can't help wondering

if my response would have been the same

if it had been, say, Tom Paris instead of you.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I still would have been angry and disappointed, but...

I wouldn't have been surprised.

Because Ensign Kim doesn't break the rules.

The truth is, Harry...

I think about you differently than the rest of the crew.

Which isn't to suggest that I don't care

deeply about each of them, but...

you came to me fresh out of the Academy,

wide-eyed with excitement

about your first deep space assignment.

From that first day, I've always felt

more protective of you than the others.

I appreciate that...

but that was five years ago.

I've changed.

Yes, you have.

Maybe I'm not the perfect officer anymore.

Maybe not...

but you're a better man.

Last call.

There's a bowl of soup in storage,

and I left the replicator on line.

Thanks.

Good night.

Oh, I was just closing up for the evening,

but if you need anything...

I'm here to see Ensign Kim.

Oh. Good luck.

Ensign.

Hmm?

Thank you.

For what?

You completed several

of my astrometric scans this morning.

You're welcome.

I had some time between duty shifts.

Besides, it kept me occupied.

You are attempting to distract yourself

from your emotional damage.

I wish I could say it was working.

A treatment to relieve your condition was available

and yet you refused.

I've got a disease,

but I'm willing to live with the symptoms.

Doesn't make much sense does it?

I assumed that romantic love was a human weakness,

but clearly it can also be a source of strength.

Perhaps my analogy was flawed.

Love is not a disease.

Get well soon.