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Computer,
deactivate Mess Hall lights.

Oh!

You scared me.

That wasn't my intention.

No, of course not.

I-I-l guess I'm-I'm just
a little jumpy--

especially after
what happened the last time.

- That's why I'm here.
- Oh?

We'll be shutting
down main power soon.

The children's regeneration
cycle will be interrupted.

They'll require supervision.

Well, I'm happy to help.

To tell you the truth,

I'd be grateful
for the distraction.

The procedure could
take several hours.

How much do they know
about what's happening?

Nothing.

The children have
overactive imaginations.

I don't want to alarm
them unnecessarily.

What if they
start asking questions?

I can't just lie to them.

You have considerable
child-care experience.

I'm sure you'll manage.

That's close enough.

Let our momentum carry us in.

Cutting engines.

Now, there's a creepy image.

Reminds me of something
out of Edgar Allan Poe.

Looks like a vampire bat.

You can make out the wings,
even the ears.

What do you see, Tuvok?

Two Starfleet officers
with juvenile imaginations.

Come on, Tuvok.

Haven't you ever looked
up at the clouds

and seen an animal?

I will never understand
the human need

to find imagery
in something as innocuous

as a cloud.

Harry, are we ready?

Yes, ma'am.

Then let's do it.

All hands... initiate
shutdown sequence.

Computer, deactivate EMH.

Everything's all right.

We've just had to shut down

main power temporarily.

Nothing to be concerned about.

Three, two, one--

mark.

All decks report shutdown
complete, Captain.

Janeway to Seven of Nine.

We're ready.

Acknowledged.

Why did they shut down
main power?

It's simply a precaution.

We've entered a class-J nebula,

and the Captain wants
to make sure

that we don't attract any, uh,
residual EM radiation.

Our shields provide
sufficient protection

against nebula discharge.

Is that so?

Well, I'm afraid
that gaseous anomalies

were never really my specialty.

Come on, gather ‘round.

I brought toys

and stories and games,

and I thought that later

we might even have
a little sing-along.

I should go
to Astrometrics.

Seven may need my help.

I'm afraid that Astrometrics
is shut down, too.

If we're not
analyzing the nebula,

why did we enter it?

Oh, that is
a long and dull story

and not nearly as interesting
as "Flotter Meets

the Invincible Invertebrates."

Is Voyager in danger?

Mezoti, there's really no need

to leap
to those kinds of conclusions.

Maybe if you explained
what's happening in more detail,

we wouldn't have to guess.

This has something to do
with Deck 12, doesn't it?

Well, what makes you say that?

Deck 12, Section 42
is off limits

to everyone but senior officers

with a level-6
security clearance.

That's because it's
haunted, isn't it?

Who told you that?

Naomi.

She was just trying
to frighten you.

I'l have to have
a talk with that girl.

Is it true?

Does a ghost live there?

You're really too old
to believe in such silly things.

If it's not a ghost, what is it?

We deserve an explanation.

I don't think that Seven
would be too happy

if you all started waking up
with nightmares.

- Tell us.
- Please?

All right.

Gather ‘round.

But I'm warning you--

this is not a tale
for the faint of heart.

We're not faint of heart.

Our cardiopulmonary
systems are reinforced.

So don't leave anything out.

All right, but remember,
I warned you.

It all began several months ago,
before you joined Voyager.

We were exploring
a dark nebula,

just gathering deuterium.

We had no idea
what was in store for us,

but when the turbulence started
getting rough,

we should have seen that
as an omen.

How goes the particle
collecting, Commander?

We've gotten enough deuterium

to power the warp engines

for another thousand
light-years.

Excellent.

Something wrong?

Uh, now that you mention it,
there is something

that I feel compelled
to share with you

in my capacity
as Morale Officer.

The crew seem a little on edge.

Oh?

They don't appear
particularly anxious

to me.

Well, they're very good
at hiding their fears.

Starfleet training.

Um, I was wondering

how soon we might
be leaving this nebula.

Knowing could help
reassure them.

Well, it's difficult to say.

The Bussard collectors
are running at maximum,

but it's a slow process.

We could be here for
several more days.

Days.

Mr. Neelix, are you certain
it's not you who is on edge?

You know me too well,
Mr. Vulcan.

I can assure you, a J-class
nebula is no cause for alarm.

I know it's illogical,

but staring
into this murky cloud

for hours on end
can be a little unsettling.

When I was a child,

an immense plasma drift passed
through the Talaxian system.

The stars and the moons
were blotted out for months.

From horizon to horizon,
all you could see

was this... this enormous,
menacing cloud.

Ever since then, I've
found it a little disturbing

to be in nebulas.

Perhaps the Captain
might give you permission

to install curtains.

That's an excellent idea,

and I have just
the right material.

Report.

The nebula's beginning
to destabilize.

Cause.

I'm not sure.
It could have something to do

with the nadion emissions
being produced

by the Bussard collectors.

You're not remembering

correctly.

I beg your pardon?

The Bussard collectors

don't produce nadion emissions.

Well, the technical details
don't matter.

What's important is
that Voyager's presence

was destabilizing the nebula,

and the crew wasn't interested
in taking any chances.

We've got 80 percent
of the deuterium we wanted.

Maybe we shouldn't
push our luck.

Agreed. Bridge to Engineering.

Go ahead.

We're suspending
the dilithium intake.

Acknowledged.

Tom, take us out.

Aye.

But at that exact moment,

in the fraction of a second
before Tom

could engage the engines, zap!

We were hit.

What was it?

The ghost?

Shh. Let him finish.

Whatever it was,
it shook the ship hard.

An EM discharge

penetrated the hull--

Deck 7, Section 10.

Increasing power

to structural integrity.

We're clear.

Damage.

Power outages on three decks.

Auxiliary subprocessors
are off-line.

No injuries reported.

Assign repair teams.

Resume course.

We'd taken some minor damage,

but for the most part,
everything was fine...

or so we thought.

What none of us knew

was that a mysterious stowaway
had come aboard Voyager.

What kind of stowaway?

It was obviously
a space-dwelling life-form.

Yes, but we didn't know that,
not at that point.

Was it non-corporeal?

In a manner of speaking.

Hostile?

Well, I'm getting to that.

Species 5973?

Who are they?

The Borg encountered them

in Galactic Cluster 8.

They're multispectrum
particle life-forms.

No, that's not what this was.

Maybe it was
an interphasic species.

We can either debate
comparative xenobiology,

or I can continue
with the story.

Now, it's up to you.

Continue the story.

Somehow I thought
you'd say that.

Now, where was 1?

Oh, uh, yes...

Life aboard Voyager

would have been more or less
back to normal,

if it weren't
for a few strange malfunctions.

Come in.

I've got reports
from repair teams.

It looks like that EM discharge
did more damage than we thought.

Transporter Room 1
is out of commission;

half the sonic showers
are off-line,

and we temporarily lost
artificial gravity

on Deck 5.

Any injuries?

Ensign Mulcahy bumped his head
on the ceiling.

Ouch.

This is terrible.

Computer, another cup
of coffee, black.

You can add replicators
to your list.

We're getting started

on the wrong foot
today, my friend.

Captain?

I'm sorry.

I was talking to Voyager.

It's nothing
to be embarrassed about.

I used to have
long conversations

with my Maquis ship.

Really? What did you two
talk about?

Oh, I can't tell you that.

Captain-Starship

confidentiality.

Of course.

If the Doctor heard us,

he'd probably recommend
counseling.

1 won't tell if you won't.

Deal.

Commander, do you see that?

It's a meteorite cluster.

I doubt it's anything
to worry about.

I'd tend to agree...

if it weren't the same one
we passed an hour ago.

- Ensign.
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you conducting

a survey of meteoroids, Tom?

Ma'am?

Check your sensors.

We're traveling in circles.

Not according to my readings.

Tuvok, run a level4 diagnostic

on the navigational
array.

There is a malfunction
in the subprocessors.

It appears we're heading
back the way we came.

All stop.

Reinitialize your sensors.

I'm telling you,
we rely too much

on 24th-century
technology, Captain.

You give me a window
and a sextant,

and I guarantee I'll get you
where you want to go.

We've jumped

- to warp 6.
- Tom?

Don't look at me.

Shut down the warp engines.

I can't.

Manual override.

No response.

Bridge to Engineering.

I'm reading

all stop.

Lieutenant Torres, respond.

Computer,

locate B'Elanna Torres.

Lieutenant Torres
is in Engineering.

Ensign Trumari
is on Deck 4, Section 30.

Commander Tuvok
is on the Bridge...

Find out what's going on.

Crewman...

Harry, pull the speech
processors if you have to,

but shut that thing off.

Ensign Boreck is in Engineering,
Level 2.

Meanwhile, Commander Chakotay
was headed for Engineering...

or so he thought.

Engineering.

Bet you wouldn't try
to pull this on the Captain.

Have it your way.

I'll walk.

The turbolift started
to fall faster

and faster...

Anybody hungry?

Neelix!

You haven't touched your snacks.

Snacks are irrelevant.

Continue the story.

What happened to
Commander Chakotay?

The turbolift plunged
11 decks at high speed.

The g-forces pinned
Commander Chakotay

to the ceiling.

He knew that at any minute,

he was going to come
crashing down to the bottom

of the turbolift,
and there was nothing

that he could do about it,
but then...

the descent stabilizers
reactivated.

The way B'Elanna tells it

Commander Chakotay
was not very happy

when he showed up
in Engineering that morning.

If 1 didn't know any better,

I'd say this ship
is trying to kill me.

Do you have any idea
what's going on?

Well, I've traced the problem

to a series
of gel-packs on Deck 13.

It looks like
they were burned out

by am EM discharge
from the nebula.

And those gel-packs interface
with all the affected systems.

I'm on my way
to repair it right now.

Feel like giving me a hand?

Only if we stay
out of the turbolifts.

I'll tell you
about it on the way.

While Chakotay and B'Elanna
headed for Deck 13,

new problems were cropping up
all over the ship.

Crewman Celes,

step away
from the control panel.

Did I do something wrong?

You caused a power
failure in Astrometrics.

1 did? How?

That's what I'm attempting

to find out.

I don't see how I could have
done anything...

I've located the problem.

It appears
you inadvertently overloaded

a series of EPS conduits

while performing
your diagnostic.

But I haven't even started
the diagnostic.

Then what were you doing?

Nothing. I just got here.

I know that wasn't my fault.

These gel-packs
aren't burned out.

There's no trace
of any EM discharge.

Could it have dissipated
this quickly?

No, it moved.

Moved?

The discharge seems
to be traveling

through
the bio-neural circuitry...

jumping from system to system.

Can you isolate it?

It's in a series of gel-packs

that interface
with the environmental controls

outside Cargo Bay 2.

Let's try to get there
before it jumps again.

By then Seven of Nine

was in Cargo Bay 2
to run diagnostics,

but, because the com system
was down,

they couldn't warn her,
and she had no idea

that something was
in the room with her.

- Here?
- In this cargo bay?

Then what happened?

The creature was clinging
to the circuits and bulkheads,

using them to move
about the room.

It was getting
closer and closer.

Seven of Nine to the Bridge.

Bridge, acknowledge.

But, of course,
there was no answer.

Why didn't she remodulate

her neural transceiver,
send a message that way?

Uh, that's
an interesting question.

You'll have to ask her.

Stop interrupting.

Seven tried to get out,

but she was trapped.

What happened to Seven?

The entity must have infiltrated
her cybernetic systems

and turned her against
the rest of the crew.

It most certainly did not.

You're letting your imagination
run away with you.

What happened?

Why did the light go out?

It's all right.

I just have
to replace the power cell.

It'll only take a moment.

Nothing to be frightened about.

I'm not frightened, but Azan is.

I am not.

There.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

And now, where was 1?

Oh, yes.

Seven was trapped
by the force fields,

but fortunately for her,

help was on the way.

Computer,

deactivate this force field.

We'll have to cut power
to the field generators.

The computer's not accepting
my command codes.

Stand back.

The force field's down.

Let's get her to Sick Bay.

Now, most of us were
just going about our business,

oblivious
to what was happening,

but that was about to change.

Kim to Engineering.

Neelix to the Bridge.

I want everyone to report
to their stations

until we figure out
what's going on.

Aye, sir.

Uh, Ensign, uh, maybe
I should come with you.

The Captain might need me.

This is your post.

You may be needed here.

Oh, of course.

If you need anything,
anything at all,

you know where to find me.

So there I was.

The only thing I could do
was wait...

alone...

in the dark.

Oh... uh...

Voyager was dead in space.

System after system was failing,

including
the environmental controls.

Ensign Paris told me
it was hotter

than the Tarkanian desert
on the Bridge.

Don't you ever sweat?

Not unless the temperature
reaches 350 degrees Kelvin,

with a humidity factor
at approximately...

Forget I asked.

Very well.

I'll make you a deal, Voyager.

The next M-Class planetoid
we find, we'll set down,

and I'll give you
a nice maintenance overhaul.

What do you say?

Tom, check the conn.

I don't know
what you did, Captain,

but I've got helm control back.

Thanks, my friend.

I'm going to try
to get thrusters

and impulse engines
back on line.

Tom, I'm reading an EM
surge in your console.

Get away from there.

Bridge to Sick Bay.
Medical emergency!

Can we transport him?

Transporters are off-line.

Why am I not surprised?

Now what?

Warning.
Oxygen depletion in progress.

Breathable air is being sucked
out of the Bridge.

Reroute emergency power
to environmental control.

No effect.

Everyone out of here now!

In Sick Bay, the Doctor
had his hands full, too.

You're fortunate.

Another few moments
and you'd have been asphyxiated.

Where do you think you're going?

Lieutenant Torres needs
help with the repairs.

Doctor!

What happened?

An EM surge--
Seven had a similar experience.

The environmental system

converted Cargo Bay 2
into a micronebula.

When Gibson and
McMinn tried to vent

the gas from Deck 7,

they were struck
by a discharge, too.

Are we thinking the same thing?

It could be an intelligence
at work here.

Some kind of an electromagnetic
life-form

that's using the
environmental controls

to make the ship more
hospitable for itself.

And attacking anyone
who tries to stop it.

My matrix is destabilizing.

Transfer his program
to the mobile emitter.

Quickly.

Warning. Power failure.

Let's get the
injured out of here.

Deck by deck,
section by section,

the crew was losing
control of Voyager.

People were scattered
throughout the ship

with no idea
what was happening.

What did you do that for?

Ensign, I'm so sorry.

I-1 thought... I thought

you were a Hirogen,
or-or a Borg.

And what gave you that idea?

It's dark. Your shadow.

Trust me, there are

no aliens roaming the corridors.

You mean we haven't
been boarded?

It's just a power failure.

Well, isn't that what
they sometimes do?

Cut the power?

What who sometimes does?

Hostile aliens.

They might be trying
to infiltrate the ship.

How long has it been

since you've run
into anyone else?

I don't know,
four or five hours.

I-1 tried Sick Bay,
but it was deserted.

Decks 3 and 4 are empty.

I-l was on my way to the Bridge.

You're the first person
I've seen.

Well, there's no one
on the Bridge either.

You see?
Then maybe I was right?

Maybe the reason
we can't find anyone

is because they've
all been assimilated.

Slow down.

There was an environmental
failure on the Bridge.

That's why it's been evacuated.

I don't know what happened
in Sick Bay

or on Decks 3 and 4,

but I'm sure there's
a perfectly reasonable

explanation.

Uh-uh. No one's
been assimilated.

Then where are they?

They've probably set up
a temporary command post--

most likely, in Engineering.

That's where I'm going.

Can I come with you?

Of course.

Ensign?

What?

Do you think we could stop by
a weapons locker on the way?

I still had no idea

what was going on.

I'd been waiting
in the Mess Hall

for more than four hours
in the dark,

cut off from the rest
of the crew.

Is somebody there?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is somebody out there?

Tom, if that's you,
this isn't funny.

Stay away!

Calm yourself, Mr. Neelix.

Y-you really shouldn't sneak up
on people like that.

I could have shot you.

Your restraint is commendable.

Is there a problem
with the air supply?

An alien life-form
has seized control

of Voyager's primary systems.

It's flooded numerous sections
with poisonous gas.

Are you saying
that this alien life-form

is trying to kill us?

Its intentions aren't clear.

However, we should evacuate.

Where to?

The Captain has established

a secure command
post in Engineering.

Were you scared?

Well, considering that
Engineering was eight decks down

and the only way
to get there was

to crawl through pitch-black
Jefferies tubes...

it's fair to say

that I was never more frightened
in my life.

You shouldn't have allowed
yourself to be afraid.

Is that so?

Fear distracts people
from accomplishing their goals.

Well, that's true, I suppose.

On the other hand,

fear can sometimes
be very healthy.

Explain.

Well, it keeps you alert.

Keeps you from putting yourself

in unnecessary danger.

I was afraid once.

You've been afraid many times.

Icheb.

Do you want to tell
us about it?

It was when we were
first disconnected

from the hive mind,
before Seven rescued us.

I couldn't hear anyone
else's thoughts anymore.

I felt alone.

I can understand
why that was frightening.

When you're scared,
it helps to have someone

to talk to, doesn't it?

Yes.

Of course, in my case,

the only one person I had
to talk to was Commander Tuvok.

I tried passing the time
with a little conversation,

but, as you've
probably noticed,

he's not exactly
what you'd call chatty.

I'll bet Starfleet has
specific, uh, procedures

to deal with these kinds
of situations.

You know, something like,
uh, Protocol 1005.

In the event your
starship is invaded

by a hostile electromagnetic
life-form...

What do you suppose

that, uh, that protocol
would be, exactly?

Rest assured, this crew
is doing everything possible

to regain control of the ship.

You're right.
I'm just being silly.

I concur.

Of course, the crew of
the Salvoxia probably thought

they were going to regain
control of their ship, too.

Did I ever tell you
about the Salvoxia?

If I say yes,

will it prevent you
from telling the story?

It was a Talaxian freighter.

Horrible tragedy.

Happened nearly a century ago.

After suffering
a cascade failure,

it began to lose
life-support generators

one by one.

Pretty soon, there
wasn't enough air left

to sustain the entire crew,

so they began to draw lots.

Can you imagine?

Draw the short straw
and you suffocate?

Anyway, the air
continued to diminish,

and they kept drawing lots.

The crew got smaller and smaller

as they waited for
someone to rescue them.

But no one ever came.

The Salvoxia drifted
through space

for the next 80 years,

until somebody
finally found her.

Makes me short of breath
just thinking about it.

Perhaps you should
occupy your mind

with pleasant thoughts,
before you hyperventilate.

Right.

Pleasant thoughts.
Pleasant thoughts.

What did the bodies look like?

I beg your pardon?

After 80 years--
were they decomposed?

They may have been preserved
by the vacuum of space.

Oh. I shouldn't have told you
that story.

It's too gruesome.

I wonder what the
crew of the Salvoxia

did for food after their
emergency rations were gone.

Maybe they ate each other.

All right, uh, that's enough.

Now, where was 1?

We'd made it more
than halfway to Engineering,

when we ran into an obstacle.

Commander!

What do we do now?

If I can access
environmental controls,

I may be able to vent the gas.

Is there another way around?

It would take several hours
to reach Engineering

by an alternate route.

There is no guarantee
we'd find a clear path.

Pleasant thoughts.

Pleasant thoughts. Ah.

While we were
in the Jefferies tubes,

a good number of the crew
had gathered in Engineering.

97 crewmen have been
accounted for.

They're in secure locations
throughout the ship.

Neelix?

No one's seen him.

I shouldn't have ordered
him to stay in the Mess Hall.

You were following procedure.

Captain.

Bad news.

The life-form's infiltrated
the main computer matrix.

As long as it remained
in the gel-pack,

there was a chance
to contain it.

But we can't purge it
from the main computer

without crashing the few
systems we have left.

Things were looking grim,

but the Captain was about
to make a breakthrough

that would change everything.

Captain Janeway.

Captain Janeway.

Captain Janeway
is in Main Engineering.

Sorry, Captain.

I know it's irritating.
I'll try to shut it down.

Hold on a minute.
This is Captain Janeway.

Respond.

Authorization code required.

Janeway-pi-alpha.

Captain?

It's only a hunch...

but I think this life-form
may be trying to communicate.

Sounds like a com system
malfunction to me.

I'm not so sure.

The life-form's been moving
from system to system.

If it's intelligent
it may be learning

how to use those systems
in some rudimentary way.

Are you attempting
to communicate?

Unable to comply.

Even if it understands
what you're saying,

it may not know how to respond.

B'Elanna, can you call up

the com system's
syntax subroutines?

I'll try.

We're attempting
to make it easier

for you to speak to us.

Try to access the database
at Engineering Station 3-1.

Database accessed.

Why have you come
aboard our ship?

Captain Janeway,
report to Astrometrics.

Why do you want me to go there?

Captain Janeway,
report to Astrometrics.

1 guess I'll find out
soon enough.

Captain, Astrometrics is flooded

with nebular gas.

Astrometrics life support
has been restored.

It could be some kind of trap.

This life-form, whatever it is,

has already injured
at least 11 crewmen.

I can try to establish
a dialogue,

or I can let it
take over my ship.

Seven, you're with me.

Yes, Captain.

While Captain Janeway
and Seven of Nine

headed to Astrometrics,

Tuvok was trying
to ease my fears by guiding me

through a meditation.

Concentrate on the rhythm
of your breathing.

Envision your lungs
filled with light.

Follow it back in time

to a moment
when you felt no fear...

a moment of happiness...

serenity.

My birthday dinner.

Describe it.

I was surrounded
by all my friends.

They'd gotten together
to cook me dinner.

They prepared
all my favorites--

steamed chadre kab,
terra nut soufflé...

I felt loved...

appreciated...

safe.

Captain Janeway
served you nebular gas?

No, of course not.

It was just my imagination
playing tricks on me

during the meditation.

My head was too full

of scary images for me to relax.

The Captain, on the other hand,

seemed to be getting things
under control.

Review of navigational logs
in progress.

Are you searching for something?

Affirmative.

The nebula...

Manual helm control enabled.

You're returning
control of the ship.

Affirmative.

You want me to take you
back to the nebula.

Affirmative.

Well, why didn't you just say so
in the first place?

Returning to the nebula
is too dangerous.

We'd risk invasion
by other life-forms.

I'm beginning to think
this was all an accident--

not an invasion.

Captain?

Think about it.

The EM surge didn't hit us
until our Bussard collectors

destabilized the nebula,
and then what happened?

The ship began experiencing
random malfunctions.

I'm not so sure
they were random.

Navigational sensors
were fooling us

into heading back
toward the nebula,

and then, when Tom tried
to resume course,

he was attacked.

This life-form isn't
trying to hurt us.

It's trying to get home.

Can you give us access
to the Bridge?

Life support on the Bridge
has been restored.

Level-10 authorization required.

Level-10.

Captain's eyes only.

It wants me to go alone.

The Captain and the life-form
had begun

to establish a rapport,

but the relationship
was fragile.

Is the viewscreen
functioning normally?

Affirmative.

I'm sorry to tell you this...

but your nebula is gone.

Clarify.

The gasses must have continued
to dissipate after we left.

Warning. Life support failure
on all decks.

Abandon ship.

Abandon...

Ship.

Abandon ship.

The creature was that angry?

Its home had been destroyed.

The life-form wanted
Voyager for itself,

and it was going to kill
anyone who remained on board.

Captain Janeway's

only chance of saving her crew

was to try to reason
with the creature.

Listen to me.

I can still help you.

Abandon ship.

There are other class-J nebulas.

I'll find you one.

Unable to comply.

I'd be able to "comply™

if you gave me access
to Astrometrics.

Warning.
Oxygen depletion in progress.

Give me back helm control!

Warning.
Helm circuits are overloading.

Abandon ship.

At least give me access
to the com,

so I can warn my crew!

Unable to comply.

As the Captain was facing

one of her worst fears,
losing her ship,

I was with Tuvok
and about to face one of mine.

Tuvok!

Lie still.

I'll try to...

Mr. Neelix...

proceed without me.

I'm not leaving you here.

I am injured.

Logic dictates
that you take the mask

and proceed to Engineering.

I don't care

what "logic dictates."

This isn't the Salvoxia.

We're not drawing lots.

I am giving you an order.

And I'm disobeying it.

You're coming with me

if I have to drag you by
your pointy little ears.

I had no choice.

I had to control my fear.

Pleasant thoughts.
Pleasant thoughts.

While we made our way
to Engineering,

Captain Janeway tried

to make the creature reconsider
what it was doing.

to make the creature reconsider
what it was doing.

You're going to kill everyone
on this ship.

Do you understand
what that means?

To deprive of life...
extinguish.

Yes... and if you extinguish us,

you'll be
extinguishing yourself.

You need this crew.

Clarify.

The technology you're using
needs to be maintained.

Who do you think is going
to do that when we are gone?

Voyager's secondary systems
have already begun to fail.

In a few weeks, primary systems
will start to go off-line.

Unable to confirm.

Access the internal sensors.

Run a shipwide diagnostic.

See for yourself.

Abandon ship.

The Captain's rapport

with the creature seemed
to be breaking down,

and she couldn't afford
to wait any longer.

I need everyone's attention.

We're abandoning ship.

Get to the escape pods.

We may not be able
to eject the pods.

We'll push them out
if we have to.

He needs medical attention!

It'll have to wait.

We're abandoning ship.

The entire crew had to evacuate.

The Delta Flyer
and the shuttles were launched,

followed by all but one
of the escape pods.

That's everybody but the Captain
and the First Officer.

After you.

I did what you asked--
we're abandoning ship.

What more do you want?

Diagnostic complete.

Secondary systems off-line.

Primary systems at 32 percent.

Estimated time to failure--
six days, 13 hours.

That sounds about right.

Captain Janeway,
report to Engineering.

Like hell, I will.

I won't be your prisoner.

You'll have to kill me.

Acknowledged.

Captain Janeway,
report to Engineering.

Not until you restore

life support...

and give me back control
of my ship.

Unable to comply.

Then we'll die here together.

I'm guessing...

I've got
about two more minutes...

and then you're on your own.

Captain Janeway,
report to Engineering.

I told you...

...the only way I'm helping

is if you return control
of my... ship!

It looked like

the creature was calling
the Captain's bluff.

She was down
to her final breath.

But at the last moment...

Access to all systems
has been restored.

It took almost two days
for the crew

to return to the ship.

Eventually,
an artificial environment

was created
in an isolated section

of Deck 12.

The creature's been

living there ever since.

I told you there was
a monster on Deck 12.

Haven't you been listening?

It's not a monster.

It's an alien life-form.

What was that?

Maybe it's an alien life-form
coming to get us.

Haven't you learned anything

about letting your imagination
get the best of you?

There.

That little jolt
was probably nothing more

than our friend leaving the ship

to go to a new home
that the Captain found for him.

Time to regenerate.

What if the life-form
didn't leave?

What if it wants revenge?

Well...

w-what if I told you
I made up the whole thing?

Naomi told me you
always exaggerate.

I knew the story wasn't true
the moment you said

the Bussard collectors
produced nadion emissions.

I should've known better

than to try fooling
the four of you.

All right, in you go.

Pleasant dreams.

How are the children?

Tucked in their alcoves,
safe and sound.

I hope they weren't frightened.

Oh... why would they
be frightened, Captain?

They were in the dark
for three hours.

Oh, no, not to worry.

I told them a story
to pass the time.

Let me guess-- "Mother Goose."

Certainly not.

Some of those fairy tales
can be frightening-- ogres

and child-eating monsters.

Speaking of which,
is everything... okay?

We're just taking
some final readings

before we resume course.

Show him, Harry.

Well...

I hope it lives
happily ever after.