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All right, these barstools
will have to be removed.

Do you know how much they cost?

No, and I can't say I'm
interested in learning.

Station Regulation
2562, paragraph four:

"All furniture intended
for use on the Promenade

must not pose a
danger to public safety."

What danger?

Without a back on the stool,

Morn could tumble from
his perch at any moment,

shattering his upper vertebrae

or puncturing three
or four of his lungs.

Nonsense.

His body weight is perfectly
distributed across the seat.

He's also better
able to enjoy the view

of the lovely dabo girls
than he was before

and should he
require another drink

he need only spin back.

Which points out
another danger...

Vertigo.

This isn't going to
give anybody vertigo.

Your appeal has been
heard and rejected.

I want the barstools
removed by the end of the day.

Now, it's come to my attention
that your dabo wheel is in violation

of Station Regulation
4721, which states...

- Odo.
- Nerys.

- You busy?
- Not at all.

Well, then can I interest
you in some lunch?

Where shall we go?

I was thinking about
the Klingon restaurant.

I haven't been there for ages,

and I have been craving
broiled krada legs.

Too bad about the barstools.

I kind of liked them.

Did you notice how he changed
the minute she walked into the room?

- They're in love.
- And what's love?

- Well, it's a--
- Love's a distraction.

And a distracted policeman is...

an opportunity.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 51948.3.

With the safe arrival of Convoy
PQ-1 in the Vegan system,

our escort duties are now complete
and I've set course for home.

Well, my first and hopefully last
mission report for Starfleet Command.

You know, when I first agreed
to be Convoy Liaison Officer

I thought, "Sure, why not?

"I know most of the freighter
captains in the convoy.

It should be a piece of cake."

I didn't know I'd be
making 20 log entries a day

and filling out formal
reports every night.

Looks like you did
a pretty good job.

Well, if you're going to
do something, do it right.

That's what my
father used to say.

Every father says that.

Even I say that.

That's why you're a good parent.

You know all the
clichés by heart.

Well, hello, stranger.
Haven't seen you in days.

I've been filling out
reports for Starfleet Medical.

I knew there was a reason
why I didn't join Starfleet.

I --I, I couldn't do
this paperwork.

Smart.

Well, there was a time when
you couldn't get him to shut up.

I think I like him
better this way.

That's mean.

I was just kidding.

No. You weren't.

Worf to Captain Sisko.

Sisko here.

Sir, can you come to the Bridge?

We have picked
up a distress call.

On my way.

We have been unable to establish
two-way communication so far,

but we have determined
that the signal's coming from

somewhere in the
Rutharian sector.

Let's hear it, Chief.

...and Commander
Gatsby's dead, too.

I didn't see any other
escape pods leave

before the ship was destroyed,

so I may be the only survivor.

My pod was torn open on impact

and the rain is pouring in.

I'll take the radio and
a survival kit with me

but the environmental suits
were damaged in the crash,

so I-I'll have to rough it.

This is an L-Class world

and the atmosphere is
barely breathable out there.

Repeat, this is a
general distress call.

I am a citizen of the
United Federation of Planets

and a Starfleet officer.

If you can hear
me, please respond.

My government will reward you
for any assistance you can offer

and most of all,

you'll be my personal heroes.

- Repeat... This is a general--
- That's enough.

How long will it
take us to reach her?

At maximum warp, six days.

Any other ships
closer to that sector?

No, sir.

Mr. Worf, turn us around and set
a course for the Rutharian sector.

Aye, sir.

Chief, I want you to establish a
two-way com link with this woman

and when you do, tell her...

tell her her "heroes"
are on the way.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The marooned Starfleet officer,

whose name we've
learned is Lisa,

continues to transmit
her call for help,

but so far, Chief O'Brien
has been unable to establish

two-way communication.

- How's it going?
- Slow.

For some reason, she's transmitting
on a rotating subspace frequency.

We're having a problem trying
to find a way to return her signal.

Do you have to keep
that on all the time?

No, not really.

But she is all alone.

The least I can do is
try and listen to her.

She doesn't know
you're listening, Miles.

You're not comforting her
by keeping the channels open

and driving yourself crazy.

It doesn't bother me.

Sometimes it feels like
she's actually talking to me.

For any assistance you can...

It's true.

Especially when she talks
about her home or her family.

She reminds me of my cousin.

Oh, no!

I don't believe it.
It's raining again.

How can there be so much
water and so little life out there?

I think I'll leave
you two alone.

I'm really starting
to hate this place.

Repeat, this is a
general distress call.

Hello? Is anyone
paying attention?

I know you're out there.
I know you can hear me.

So just answer me.

Tell me you're on your way.

Tell me I'm going to be rescued.

Tell me I'm not
going to die alone.

I hope you're satisfied.

I'm sure nothing gives you more
pleasure than stifling my creativity.

Only you would consider barstools
to be a form of artistic expression.

Oh, yeah? Let's see
how creative you are.

Have you... picked
out the Major's gift yet?

Gift?

For this Saturday.

You do know what
Saturday is, right?

- Saturday?
- Yes.

It's the one-month anniversary
of your first date with Major Kira.

Oh... I suppose it is.

And you haven't
picked out a gift.

Why should I?

The man's experienced unrequited
love for the better part of three years

and now that he finally has her,

he wants to know why he
should celebrate their anniversary.

Whatever you're trying
to sell me, it won't work.

Do you think I'm going to
get involved? No, thank you.

The last thing I
want to deal with

is a panicked lover looking
for a gift at the last minute.

There's a whole Promenade
of shopkeepers out there

if you want to buy a gift.

Hmm.

A one-month anniversary gift.

Did you ever hear of
anything so ridiculous?

- Okay. So now you--
- Shh!

Now you
have him looking for a gift.

What are you up to?

I tell you, you write it down

the next thing I know,
I'm in a holding cell.

I won't write a word, I promise.

This is just character research.

- Right.
- Quark, listen.

I'm working on a crime novel,
but I've hit a wall in my writing.

It's... it's not truthful
anymore, phony, artificial.

I'm having trouble creating
real flesh-and-blood characters,

especially nefarious ones.

If you could just let me watch

and listen as you pull off...

whatever it is you're
going to pull off,

it could really help me out.

You could give me insight.

I could even model my
lead character after you.

Lesson Number One:

No one involved in
an extra-legal activity

thinks of himself as nefarious.

Sorry.

I'm a businessman, okay?

Now...

if you're interested in learning
more about my business...

I think that could be arranged.

Great.

But nothing you see
or hear turns up in print

and none of it... none of it...

gets back to your father,
understand?

Completely.

So there is a sun after all.

Of course, now
that the sun is up,

I can see how truly ugly
my new little home is.

There's nothing out there
but dirt and some rocks

and some more dirt
and some more rocks.

- Chief?
- Uh-huh?

Can I ask you a
personal question?

Sure.

Are you uncomfortable
having me aboard the Defiant?

No. Why should I be?

Well, I'm a civilian.

Isn't it awkward having
me aboard a warship?

Oh, we've had
civilians aboard before.

Doesn't bother me.

I was afraid you
were going to say that.

- I can hear you!
- I'm sorry?

- Hello?
- Don't worry about...

Hold on a minute.

Receiving your transmission.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

I could hear you two talking.

Can you hear me?

Yes! Yes, we can hear you.

Thank God.

Whoever you are, I love you.

My name's Lisa Cusak.

Until a couple of days ago,

I was the commanding
officer of the Olympia.

The Olympia?

We left the Federation
over eight years ago

for a long-range exploration
of the Beta Quadrant.

What happened
to your ship, Captain?

We were finally heading home,

if you can believe that,

but then we picked up
some strange energy readings

in a nearby star system

and I decided to
stop and investigate.

We found an energy barrier
around the fourth planet

that was unlike
anything we'd ever seen

and when we probed
it with our scanners,

it triggered a quantum reaction.

There was an enormous
surge of metreon radiation

that disabled our engines.

The next thing I knew we were
spiraling in toward the surface.

I gave the order to abandon ship

and the last thing I remember is
a console exploding in my face.

I woke up in an escape
pod on the surface

and I've spent the last day
and a half sitting in this cave

trying to raise
someone on subspace.

Captain, Dr. Bashir,
Chief Medical Officer.

Your message said that you
were on an L-Class planet.

- Are you sure?
- Positive,

and to answer your next question,

yes, I've been giving myself
15cc's of tri-ox every four hours

to compensate for the excess
carbon dioxide in the atmosphere,

just like it says in
my medical tricorder.

How much tri-ox
do you have left?

One hundred
and fifty milliliters.

Will you reduce the dosage,
Captain to 8cc's every six hours?

We need to stretch out your
supply as long as possible.

What happens when
she runs out of the drug?

That's a good question, Doctor.

What happens then?

You will begin to experience
the effects of hypoxia,

but before that happens,
the tri-ox compound

will have strengthened
your cardiopulmonary system,

allowing you to better
withstand the effects.

"Better withstand the effects."

In other words, I'm
going to be gasping for air

and turning different shades
of blue by the time you get here.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Thanks for brightening my day.

Is there anything we can do?

There is, actually.
I can't sleep.

I --I think the injections
are keeping me awake

and I haven't had anyone
to talk to for two days.

We'll be able to help
you with that, Captain.

I'll have one of my officers

stay on the com line
with you at all times.

And order them to enjoy it, too.

Done.

So, who's first?

I think I'd better start.

Sounds good to me.

A lot has happened...

since you left, Captain.

The Second Fleet
hit the Dominion forces

occupying Betazed three
times in the last month,

but they keep sending
in reinforcements

and fortifying their positions,

- so we find it --
- Okay, okay...

That's it, please.

No more war news.
You're depressing me.

Oh, sorry.

No. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for you and me and
everyone in the Federation.

I can't believe we're at war.

Let's change the subject.
How about some good news?

Tell me there's still something to
look forward to when I get home.

Tell me people still fall in love
and get married and raise families.

They do.

Good, and what about you?

Are you married?

No.

Seeing anyone?

I mean, I hate to pry,
but I'd like to think

that there's still
something positive

in the life of a starship
captain these days.

I am seeing someone.

Oh, now we're talking.

Tell me about her.
What's her name?

Kasidy Yates.

Kasidy?

Is she the same
Kasidy I spoke to earlier?

- That's her.
- She one of your officers?

No. Civilian.

Freighter Captain.

Uh-oh. Sounds like
you're having problems.

Why would you say
something like that?

There's no joy in that
voice of yours, Ben.

In fact, the tension level went
up when you said her name.

You sounded more relaxed when
you were telling me about the war.

Ben, are you still there?

Yes.

Yes, I'm still here.

You just...

caught me off-guard...

a little.

I can tell.

You know, back when
I was a junior officer,

I dated a civilian
for six years.

Want to hear about it?

Sure you do. Why?

Because it's a funny story
and one of us needs to cheer up.

So, we met on Andor.

I was assigned to the
Federation Embassy as an attaché

and he was working in the
Andorian Agricultural Ministry.

Now, at first, I didn't want
anything to do with him.

He kept pointing his antennae at me
whenever I walked through his office

and I found that sort of rude.

Excuse me...
coming through.

Excuse me, excuse me...

Odo.

Well... this is it.

Can I see it?

Oh... very nice.

The Major's gonna love it.

How are you
gonna give it to her?

What sort of evening
do you have planned?

I don't have anything planned.

Oh... fortunately for
you, there's still time.

Pick one.

A holosuite program?

It's your anniversary.

You have to do
something special.

I bought her a gift.

Have it your way.

But if it were me,

and I had found true love
after a lifetime of searching...

every month would
be worth celebrating.

All right.

Let me look at those programs.

Come on.

Looks like the Constable's
going to be busy Saturday night.

I guess that means he won't be
following me around the station

or watching the airlocks
for wanted criminals

or monitoring the cargo
bays for illegal transactions.

Well, he has deputies.

Deputies, I can handle.

With Odo out of the way,

my biggest problem
will be deciding...

what to do with all the
money I'm going to make!

Both my sisters are teachers.

I don't know how they can do it.

Personally, I can't
stand children.

Uh-huh.

I know, I know,
everybody loves children.

Not me.

Yeah.

What about you?
You like children?

Oh, yeah.

Really?

Yeah.

You know, Doctor,

I'm starting to think
that maybe, just maybe,

you're not really
paying attention to--

Wait a minute.

What's that?

There's something
moving out there.

It's getting closer.

What?

Stay back.

No. Don't hurt me.

Captain, what's going on?

Please, stay back.

No, don't...

No!

Captain Cusak, can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

God...

She's gone.

Who is this?

What have you done?

I have eaten her.

What?

I've eaten her!

What difference
does it make to you?

You weren't even
listening to her.

You have my sincere apologies.

I was carried away with my work.

I'm a patient, aren't I?

Doesn't that make
me part of your work?

You're right,
you're absolutely right.

I don't know what
I was thinking.

You now have my
complete attention.

Well, I've got
news for you, Doc.

I'm all talked out.

It's time for you to cheer
up one of your patients

and take her mind off
her impending doom.

You're not doomed.

I feel better already.

See how easy that was?

Now keep going.

Oh, what should I talk about?

How did they let
you out of medical school

with this kind of
bedside manner?

Are you sure you're a doctor?

Yes, I graduated second
in my class, in fact.

Oh. And we're especially
proud of that, aren't we?

I get the feeling that it's
going to take me some hours

to crawl out of this
rather sizable hole

I've dug for myself.

Not at all.
It'll take you days.

You have my personal assurance
they're high-quality crystals

and you won't get them at this
price anywhere else in the Quadrant.

Five days,
Cargo Bay 3. See you then.

I'll take this one.

Ah... "Paris, 1928."

Nice choice.

Say what you will
about humans today,

their past was certainly...

romantic.

Well, book us four hours
starting at 2100 on Sunday night.

You mean Saturday.

I mean Sunday.

But Saturday's the
anniversary of your first date.

Yes, but our first
date ended badly.

It's not something I
want to commemorate,

so I've decided to celebrate
the anniversary of our first kiss.

Your first kiss?

Romantic, isn't it?

Aw...

Come on.

Come on.

- What's going on?
- My partner,

I can't get him on the channel.

He's changed his
com system protocols.

Already? You just talked to him.

He's a wanted man, Jake.

He has to be very careful about
how often he uses subspace.

The authorities might try
and trace his signal.

I have no way of contacting him
until he gets here Saturday night.

Well, can't you just explain to him
that he'll have to wait another day?

Haven't you been
paying attention?

If he even sets foot on the
station while Odo's on duty,

we'll both be in a holding
cell faster than you can say

"criminal conspiracy."

Then, what are you going to do?

Th--think.

My best option is, uh... um...

panic.

When the fighting first broke out,
I thought to myself,

"All right, O'Brien,
you've done this before.

"Keep your head down...

"focus on the job and
you'll get through this,

just like you did
in the last war."

But this war is different.

Maybe I'm different.

I have this...

This growing sense of isolation.

I see people.

I... talk to them, I
laugh with them, and...

But some part of
me is always saying...

"They may not be here tomorrow.

Don't get too close."

I'm sorry. I... I'm sorry,

I shouldn't be laying all this
on your shoulders, Captain.

No, no, it's all right, Miles.

I don't mind.

Sounds like you really need
to talk with someone about this.

I'm sure it's the last
thing you need to hear.

I should be cheering you up.

Forget about me.

You're the one who
needs cheering up.

Now, there's a
sad state of affairs.

Look, you've seen a lot
of combat in the last year.

That's a heavy
burden to carry around.

Are you sure you're a
Captain, not a Counselor?

Oh, I'm sure.

I'll let you in on a
little secret, Miles.

I dislike the whole concept
of a ship's counselor.

Me, too.

I mean, I--I like some
of them personally, but --

But sometimes
they just get in the way.

That's exactly how I feel,

but saying it out
loud is almost heresy.

And there's this
assumption nowadays that...

only someone with a diploma

can listen to your
problems or give you advice.

Sometimes, all
you need are good friends.

Exactly.

So where are they?

What? Excuse me?

Where are your friends, Miles?

Why aren't they
helping you through this?

Well, we, uh...

I haven't spoken to
them about any of this.

You know, it's not the
kind of thing you talk about.

Hmm. Well, if you
can't talk to your friends

and you can't talk to your wife,

you know who that leaves.

- A ship's counselor.
- A ship's counselor.

Excuse me, but it's 1800 hours.

Already?

Afraid so.

But we're still talking.

Boys, boys, don't fight over me.

Miles, I'll
talk to you in the morning.

And think about what I said.

All right. And I will.

Good night, Captain.

Good night.

Well, Julian, don't let me
keep you from your work.

I know how busy you are.

No work tonight.

Oh! So you've decided
to spend your valuable time

conversing with
your patient again.

That's three days in a row.

You must be swamped
with paperwork by now.

I feel awful, keeping you
from your duties like this.

I managed to catch up with
all my paperwork this afternoon

thank you very much.

Let me guess,

thanks to your amazing
genetically engineered brain,

you not only did your work,

you did the work of ten
other doctors at the same time.

Well?

But you've answered the next
question I was going to ask you,

which is "how are you feeling?"

I can hear that you're in
your usual acerbic good mood.

Wrong again,
my superhuman friend.

As a matter of fact,
I'm not feeling well at all.

Tell me.

The last injection
didn't do the trick.

I feel this heavy
weight on my chest.

It's getting harder to breathe

and every time I move my head,

the cave starts spinning.

Come in.

What is it?

Captain Cusak's
run out of tri-ox.

She's beginning to feel
the effects of CO2 poisoning.

Already?

I thought she had at least a
day's worth of injections left.

So did I, but
apparently the last vial

was tainted somehow,
probably in the crash.

How long does she have?

No more than two days.

That's not good.

We're still three days away.

- We need more speed.
- Speed's not the problem.

I could increase the
warp plasma 97 gigahertz.

That would increase
our velocity to warp 9.5

and save us almost a full day.

The problem on the Defiant is
how to maintain structural integrity

when we go above warp nine.

Exactly.

At those kind of speeds, the ship
literally starts tearing herself apart.

Is there any way to strengthen
the structural integrity field?

Not without bleeding power
from some other source.

Such as?

The phaser reserves.

That would be unwise.

If we empty the defense reserves,

we could find ourselves
at an extreme disadvantage

should we encounter
a Dominion ship.

We're a long way from the
front lines out here, Worf.

The chances of meeting a
Dominion ship are negligible.

We should not take that risk.

She'll die if we do
not get to her faster.

Use the phaser reserve, Chief.

Give us all the speed you can.

Aye, sir. Thank you, sir.

How's it going?

We're increasing speed.

The Captain's
condition is worsening.

I see.

- Is there anything I can do?
- I don't think so.

Well, I guess
I'll see you later.

- Right.
- Right.

Are you sure you
want to hear about this?

Trust me, Ben.

I'd much rather be
worrying about your love life

than about my own
problems right now.

Well, when Kasidy came
to the Bridge last night

all I wanted her to do was leave

and I couldn't tell you why.

She doesn't belong
there, Ben. That's why.

She doesn't belong in that
part of your life, and you know it.

Off duty, I'm sure Kasidy
is exactly what you need

but on the Defiant,
she's a random element...

a piece that doesn't fit
anywhere in the puzzle.

She was the Convoy Liaison
Officer on our last mission

and a damned good one, too.

This isn't about her.

This is about you.

You're having
trouble doing your job

when she's on the Defiant,
and that's a problem.

It's also affecting your relationship
and that's another problem.

Don't take it so hard.

So, you can't mix your personal
life and your professional life.

Most people can't.

I certainly can't.

I once served on the
same starbase as my sister.

Oh, what a nightmare that was.

I look forward to
meeting you, Lisa.

I'm sure I'm not the only one
around here who feels the same way.

If you ask me...

everyone on that ship
could use some R&R.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Gorgeous.

Do you know how much I
was going to get for these?

Almost 200 bars.

That's a lot.

No kidding. That's a lot.

Now... they're just
a crate full of junk.

You know, there's still a chance that
Odo won't find out about any of this.

No, he'll find out.

Odo would love nothing
better than to see me in jail.

And after all I did for him.

Like what?

Like helping him find true love.

That's right.

If it wasn't for me,

he and Major Kira would never
have gotten together in the first place.

I was there for him

during all the heartache
and the lonely nights.

When he was wallowing in misery
because she was still seeing Shakaar.

I told him to make his move.

I told him not to give up.

I was there for him.

And what did I get
out of it? Nothing.

He still spies on me.

He still bothers me about
minor infractions of the law.

And he still can't
wait for the opportunity

to send me to prison.

I should have remembered
the 285th Rule of Acquisition.

"No good deed ever
goes unpunished."

To failure.

I'm not drinking to that.

Jake, in ten minutes,

my business
partner's ship will dock.

In 15 minutes,
Odo will arrest him.

In 20 minutes, my
name will come up.

And in 25 minutes, Odo will
walk in here with a warrant.

I think you should
humor me on this one.

Quark...

I'd like that holosuite
now after all.

- You would.
- That's right.

Turns out Nerys agrees with you.

She wants to celebrate
the anniversary

of our first date,
not our first kiss.

So here we are.

Is the holosuite
still available?

It's, um... it's all yours.

The program?

Odo?

Have a good time.

Thank you, Quark.
I'm sure we will.

I don't believe it.

Neither do I.

I'm going to win this one, Jake.

You know what the best part is?

I beat Odo. I finally beat him.

Jake, I did it. I've beat him.

Well, he looks happy.

He should be.

He's about to make his
biggest profit of the year.

I don't know, Odo.

You sure you want to let him get
away with smuggling Denevan crystals?

I owe him one.

So he'll get this one,

but just this one.

Why is it every time I
think I have you figured out,

you do something to surprise me?

Like tonight.

Where did you get the idea to celebrate
our one-month anniversary in Paris?

Well,

some mysteries are
better left unsolved.

I want a complete
scan of that barrier,

but use passive
sensors only, gentlemen.

An active scan is what triggered
the destruction of the Olympia.

Aye, sir.

It appears to be
an exogenic field

generated by the unstable
elements in the planet's core.

Captain Cusak just
lost consciousness.

She's in the last stages
of CO2 poisoning.

If she's got any chance at all,

we have to get her to Sick Bay
in the next 45 minutes.

Captain, there's no way
the Defiant can penetrate the barrier.

The energy's composed of
subspace metreon radiation.

If we get anywhere near it,

the dilithium matrix in
the warp core will collapse

and we'll be pulled down
onto the planet's surface

just like the Olympia.

Options?

Could we beam through it?

No. We can't get close enough
to the barrier to initiate transport.

What about a shuttlepod?

Their impulse engines
don't use antimatter.

It is unlikely that a
shuttle could withstand

the gravimetric stresses
that are within the barrier.

Unlikely but not impossible.

I didn't come all
this way to give up.

I'll take the risk.

Doctor, Mr. O'Brien,
you're with me.

Mr. Worf, you have the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Sisko to Defiant.

We're preparing
to enter the barrier.

Acknowledged.
Good luck, Captain.

Thank you, Commander.

Shields down to 73 percent.

Primary power grid off-line.
Switching to backups.

Shields at 50 percent.

We're losing the
navigational computer.

Secondary nav comp on line.

We're coming out of it.

Damage report.

Some buckling in the
starboard hull plating,

but otherwise, we're fine.

Scan the planet, Doctor.

Not showing any life sign.

Wait. I found the crash site...

and the cave.

Is there somewhere
we can set down nearby?

Yes.

- How are we for time?
- It's going to be tight.

We've got to get her in the shuttle
and back on the ship in 20 minutes.

Still no life readings.

This has to be the only direction
she could have been headed in.

Over here.

It was a human female...

Fifty one years of
age at time of death.

Cause of death:

carbon dioxide poisoning.

It can't be Lisa.

That woman's
been dead for years.

Three years and two months,

but all the evidence fits.

Age, rank...

the way she died.

If she's been dead
for three years,

how has she been talking to us?

It must have something to
do with the energy barrier.

When her subspace radio signal

passed through the metreon
radiation in the barrier,

the signal somehow
time-shifted into the future.

Then when you sent
the return signal?

It went through the barrier

and traveled back in
time in the same way.

We've been talking to
someone from the past?

So what do we do now?

We should bury her.

No, not here.

Not alone in this cave.

We'll take her back with us...

give her a proper burial...

among friends.

It's called an Irish wake.

It's a way to
memorialize a death

and celebrate life
at the same time.

What are we supposed to do?

Well, drink, sing songs...

Laugh, cry, talk
about the deceased.

It sounds almost Klingon.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

When this is over...

I want to talk to you
about something,

something that's
been on my mind.

Okay.

Um, is it about me?

Well, it--it's
about me, actually.

Oh, that's a relief.

I want to try to explain
about my behavior lately.

Oh...

Sounds good to me.

But we'll talk
about it over dinner.

You cook.

That's a deal.

I, um...

I just wanted to say that, um...

although I only talked
with her for a very short time,

I really admired Lisa Cusak.

I cared about her and
I'm going to miss her.

And another thing.

Contrary to public opinion,

I am not the arrogant,
self-absorbed,

God-like doctor that I
appear to be on occasion.

Why don't I hear anybody
objecting to that statement?

Well, I will if you insist.

- I insist.
- Then I object.

Thank you, Miles Edward O'Brien.

No, I have a heart

and I really care
about all of you,

even though sometimes
it would appear

that I care more about my work.

To the woman who, uh, taught me

that it is sometimes
necessary to say these things,

Lisa Cusak.

- To Lisa.
- To Lisa.

I never shook her hand...

and I never saw her face...

but she, she made me laugh...

and she made me weep.

She was all by herself

and I was surrounded
by my friends.

Yet I felt more
alone than she did.

We've grown apart,
the lot of us.

We didn't mean for
it to happen, but it did.

The war changed us,
pulled us apart.

Lisa Cusak was my friend...

but you are also my friends

and I want my friends in my life

because someday
we're going to wake up

and we're going to find that
someone is missing from this circle

and on that day,
we're going to mourn...

and we shouldn't
have to mourn alone.

To Lisa and the sweet
sound of her voice.