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Previously
on Star Trek: Picard...

All the disordered are Romulans.

The only Romulans ever
assimilated, as far as I know.

- Hugh?
- Welcome.

I'm looking for someone.

- Dr. Soji Asha.
- Can you take me to her now?

I believe she's close to
discovering who she really is.

I had the dream again
last night.

If I can get her
to tell me about her dreams,

the information is all in there.

Including the location
of their homeworld.

I'm pushing the door now.
I'm stepping inside.

What do you see?

I see two red moons,
dark as blood,

and-and lightning,
so much lightning.

Well done, little brother.

You found home.

Narek!

She's been activated.

Soji?

Do you know what's
happening to me? I do. Come.

They are in some
serious trouble.

This thing can take us
to a safer place.

A spatial trajector.

We have to go now.

Let's set a rendezvous.
Rendezvous? Where are you going?

Nepenthe. Meet us there.

Where's the kid?

Elnor, I told you
to stay on the ship.

I'll stay behind to cover
your escape. - Come.

Trust me.

Oh.

Hi.

Dr. Jurati. Commodore Oh.

Director of Starfleet Security.

I'd like to talk to you
about your two recent visits

with Admiral Picard.

Def-Definitely. Sure.

During your first meeting,

you discussed his belief

that he interacted
with a synthetic life-form.

The work and whereabouts
of Dr. Bruce Maddox

and fractal neuronic cloning.

You have me under surveillance?

Following that meeting,
you transferred

300 gigabytes of material
relevant to Dr. Maddox

to your personal access
display device.

Data which, presumably,

you provided the admiral in the
course of your second meeting,

at his residence
in La Barre, France.

I take your silence
to be confirmation.

What else did you and he
discuss the second time?

Um...

the works of Asimov.

- I told him I was sorry.
- Oh?

What for?

Not sorry for, sorry that.

Sorry that I didn't
get a chance to meet...

...the synthetic life-form.

That would've been the
culmination of a lifelong dream.

I'm sorry, am I in trouble?

Not at all.

I'm here because
we need your help.

Admiral Picard
notified Starfleet

that he intends
to travel off-world

in search of Bruce Maddox and a
functioning synthetic life-form.

We'd like you to accompany him.

Off-world?
I've never...

If it's just my expertise
you need, maybe...

We need far more than just
your expertise, I'm afraid.

Let me show you what will happen

if synthetic life
is allowed to exist.

- O-Okay, but...
- My mind

to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Ah!

What do you need me to do?

First, take this.

It will allow us to track you.

It must be chewed.

What I'm going to ask you to do

will require terrible sacrifice.

- Get us back online, Raffi.
- I'm trying, I'm trying.

The tractor beam has completely
scrambled our systems.

Well, try harder, goddamn it.

I blame you for this.

Me? How is this my fault?

"Chris, baby, he's an old man,
how far is he gonna get?"

Now Picard's en route
to a planet that's days away

at maximum warp.
Don't ask me how.

And I'm tractor-locked
to a Borg cube full of Romulans.

Ah, damn it.

Can't you hack the
traffic control system?

- Raffi!
- I'm trying.

The underlying code's all
freaky Borg machine language.

Just ask them to let us go.

They don't want us,
they want her.

I mean, wherever
Picard took her,

they'll hunt her down
and destroy her.

Just tell them
we want to go home.

Where have you hidden
Picard and the synth?

I said tell me where I can find

Picard and your little protégé.

We know you led them
into Subsector 11,

and that only you returned.

The bodies of four heavily armed
guards were afterward found

in Subsector 11,
and that will definitely be

my second question, but for now,

please answer the first.

They're gone.

And what was their destination?

I strongly advise you

to not say you don't know.

I'm bored.

I hate this vile cube.

It's obscene.

As are you and your...

"xBs,"

but that isn't why
these things died.

They died because of you.

Because you helped Picard
and the synthetic escape.

Because you ruined

years of patient work
by dozens of operatives

across hundreds of star systems.

Because you may have doomed

a trillion souls
across half the galaxy.

I would kill you, too,

but you're Federation,

and you're protected
by that asinine treaty.

Are you ready?

Leaving now.

Signal lock's strong.

Then I'll let our guests go.

Systems back online.

Ship stabilizer is reactivated.
Engine status...

You did it!
Wasn't me.

That has to be a trick.

Maybe.

They still have to catch me.

What about Elnor?

Your friends, they're worried.

Hey, Mano, it's time to go.

Go without me.
This will not happen again.

My help is needed here.

Everybody here
thinks you're crazy.

And brave.

And brave.

Adios, kid.

You might want

to point that thing
at my head, uh...

My heart is solid duritanium.

You said this was a safe place.

Are we safe here, Kestra?

Your mum and dad about?

Is he your grandpa?

No.

Your dad?

I don't know him at all.

He told me he was a friend

of the man he called my father.

But you don't believe him?

I don't believe anyone.

What's that? It's called a compass.

It finds north.
I got it from my friend

Captain Crandall
over in Infinity Lake.

He's even older than Picard.

So...

do you believe me?

Have you told me any lies yet?

Well, kind of. I mean,
this is just a costume.

It's, like...
like a game

my brother made up.

Yeah, I'm not really
a Viveen, Wild Girl

- of the Woods.
- You had me fooled.

My arrows are real, though.

But I would never shoot you
because I'm a pacifist,

but I could.

I'll keep that in mind.

Also, this compass is broken.

Who was her father?

Well, I...

I imagine that you've heard of
Commander Data.

Whoa, you're an android?

Soji.

No. It's-it's
all right.

No-no.
Easy, easy.

I know it must be very hard.

Everything you believed in,

your memories, your identity...

My dreams, my body,
my parents, my sister,

- all of it was fake.
- No, no, not Dahj.

No, Dahj was real.

I am so sorry.

Your sister is dead.

She was murdered

by those people
who nearly killed you.

Whatever.

None of this is real.

Just get on with the mind game.

Mom! Dad!

So, who are these people?

We were...

They're old friends.

Come on.

Mom!

Mmm...

You're in trouble.

How bad?

Bad enough.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Really.

And I am very, very glad
to see your face.

Welcome...

This is Commander Deanna Troi.

Dr. Soji Asha.

Just Soji.

Long story.

Dad!

- What?
- Come out here!

Stop yelling! It's Jean-Luc Picard!

Pause music.

Say again?

Hello, Will.

Ah... Oh, man.

Ah.

Oh...

You need a place to hide out?

Shields up.

Perimeter scans to max.

We've had a little trouble
around here lately

with the Kzinti.

Best to run
anti-cloaking scans, too.

- Romulans?
- Mm-hmm.

Initiate anti-cloaking scans.

That time you were
flying off to Romulus,

to plan the great
supernova rescue,

do you remember what I said?

"So you want to be ass-deep
in Romulans

- for the rest of your life?"
- I believe I also

reminded you of Newton's
fourth law of thermodynamics.

- No good deed goes unpunished.
- Right.

I told Kestra to show

your friend how to
find the shower.

Thank you.
She's a friend?

Soji. She appears fully human.

Her face, her voice,
her body language

all express clear emotion.

The poor thing
seems traumatized.

But?

I sense nothing.
I can't read her.

I think I'm in over my head.

When I left Earth,
I had a plan, I had a ship.

I even had a crew, of sorts.

Now I've lost them all.

My plan turns out to be, well,

half a plan at best, and the
girl's life is still in danger.

Well, it sounds like
you need a new plan.

Yeah.

One that starts with a nap.

Oh... You're exhausted.

You can lie down
in Thad's room and rest

while Will makes us dinner.

Pizza, in the wood-fired oven.
Tomato and basil

from our garden.

Behold! A Wild
Girl of the Woods!

Elanil sindelamin namad.

Nicely done.

You cut out the venom sacs?

Nope, I left them in so we can
all spew black bile and die.

Pizza, with tomato, basil and
nonvenomous bunnicorn sausage.

Sounds wonderful. Thank you.

Stay as long as you need.

Whatever it is,
we can handle it.

Of course.

Absolutely.

Can you play the violin?

No.

Do you like Sherlock Holmes?

I guess so.

Can you run superfast
and jump really high

and, um, and bend steel
with your hands?

Turns out, yes, I can.

Weird.

Tell me about it.

- So, okay, you have blood.
- Do you have spit?

I do.

Mucus?

Yes, I have mucus.

Data did not have mucus.

You know a lot about Data.

My parents served with him
in Starfleet, until he died.

A long time ago, on a
ship called the Enterprise.

Picard was the captain.

My dad said he was the greatest
Starfleet captain ever.

It seems weird to make an
android with mucus and saliva,

but I guess Data
would do it like that.

I don't see how this Data
could be my father.

I mean, if I was...

made, it was probably
about three years ago.

Wait, why would Data
want to make an android

with mucus and saliva?

Well, he was always
trying to be more human.

He could do all these-these
amazing things,

but all he ever really wanted
to do was, like, have dreams

and tell jokes and, like,
learn how to ballroom dance.

Are you like that?

Actually,

until you said the word
"android" back there,

I was still clinging
to the idea that I was human.

Oh.

A-Are you okay?

No, no. D-Don't cry.

I-I think you're amazing.

Because I have mucus?

And because
you're three years old,

so I get to be the boss of you.

Deanna, the language

that Kestra was speaking...

Viveen.

Spoken by
the Wild Girls of the Woods.

You know, the first time
that I met Thad,

he was speaking some sort of
invented language.

He couldn't have been
more than five.

Hmm. That was the...

second time, actually.

Oh, Lord.

A long time ago.

Last week would have been
his 18th birthday.

Oh, we're fine. Really.

Kestra still aches for him,

but with every day, the ache
fades a little bit more.

But seeing that happen must be
a different ache for you.

It's wonderful
to see you, Jean-Luc.

I'm so grateful you came to us.

Now, I didn't just come here
in the hope of refuge.

I also wanted to...

I know.

We're not going to stay.

Uh, I-I'm not gonna put
all of you in danger.

The minute that I get
the next move sorted,

Soji and I will be gone.

Don't be silly. You heard Will.

Stay as long as you like.

It's just that...

if something were
to happen to Kestra...

Of course. Deanna, I understand.

I'm not as brave
as I used to be, Jean-Luc.

Then you're getting wiser.

Damn it.

I told you, Chris.

What does it mean?

It means somebody's tailing us.

Must be since we left the cube.

He's good,
keeping just at or beyond

the limits of Sirena's scanners.

What kind of somebody?

Small, fast. A scoutship.

Romulan, probably.

One of those little snakeships
they got.

- Snakeheads.
- Double subthrusters.

Massive firepower
for their size.

Can you shake him?

Take a seat.

Agnes. Take a seat, honey.

You okay?

Hold tight.

Now what?

Now we just wait till he...

overshoots us.

At the rate he was traveling,
he'll be light-years away

before he figures out we're not
in front of him anymore.

Then I just lay in an alternate
course for Nepenthe,

in case he doubles back.

I'm sorry. I want to be
the fun crew member

who says, "Let's hide
in that comet,"

and it turns out to be a giant
gormagander or something,

but can I ask

a maybe dumb question?

Do you guys actually want
to go to Nepenthe?

This isn't an outing, honey.

No, I know. We're going
to Nepenthe

to pick up Picard.
And the synth chick.

Wow.

I remember you
the night we left Earth,

standing there
in your cute little blue coat,

so excited about
going out into space

and meeting a real
live sentient synth

like you've always dreamed of.

But it seems like the closer
we get to finding her,

the less you want to be there.

I just want to go home.

Okay? I want you to turn
this ship around,

point it at the Earth
and push play.

P-Picard can look after himself,

and somebody else can find
that fucking synth.

Why does it have to be me?

I got a paying client, Agnes.

You just came along
for the ride.

And now you come
along for a ride

with Auntie Raffi.

She's gonna hook you up
with whatever you need.

Okay?

Is it cake?

You bet it's cake.

You get some rest?

Oh, I tried.

I'm worried about my pilot.

That he didn't make it.

What have you gotten yourself
into, Jean-Luc?

Can you tell me? No.

I never wanted you to get
involved in any of this, Will.

Coming here was
a desperate impulse.

I regret it already.

Copy that.

I'll stick to making pizza.

I'm just thinking
how great it would be

if ignorance of danger
was all it took

to keep it away
from the people we love.

That's not what I was saying.

Smell that.

Antarean basil.

Grows like weeds around here.
Everything does.

The soil has
regenerative powers,

which is why we came here,
of course.

Wild Girl of the Woods!

I'm taking her to
see the garden. Ah.

Allamalan val peresta o manal.

Vo peresta melinàs andlif.

She read Thad's
Viveen dictionary.

All of it,
in, like, two minutes.

Two minutes?

That thing's 300 pages long.

Hmm.

We haven't met, Soji.
I'm Kestra's dad.

- Will.
- Hello, Will.

- Hi.
- Commander Riker and I

served together on
the USS Enterprise.

And you were the greatest
captain ever, I heard.

The greatest captain ever?
Where'd you get that nonsense?

- From you.
- From me?

I must have been drinking
at the time.

Could you tell your mom we could
use some more tomatoes.

Nice to meet you.

Speaking of drinking, may I?

Please.
Thank you.

So I'm just gonna speculate

and say out loud what I've
been saying in my brain.

You don't have to tell me
anything; how's that sound?

You're worried about cloaks.

That says Romulans.

And the level of anxiety
and fear for our safety,

tells me Tal Shiar.

Next, you're not the one
that's on the run, it's her.

But why?

What has poor Soji done
to incur their wrath?

Could it have anything
to do with the fact...

that she's clearly an android?

And not just any android.

I'd recognize that
head tilt anywhere.

Kid's got Data in her DNA.

And that's why you're here.
How am I doing?

Not bad, for a pizza chef.

Now I understand why you
wanted to keep it a secret.

Classic Picard arrogance.

You get to make the decisions

about who gets to take
the chances and who doesn't,

and who's in the loop,
and who's out of the loop.

And, naturally, it always
ends up with you.

Well...
That's fine,

on the bridge of
your starship, Captain.

But now you're dealing with
a teenager, more or less.

That can be an extremely
humbling experience.

Frankly...

I'm not sure you're up to it.

Perhaps I'm not.

There you go.

Baby steps.

Baby steps.

Have you ever seen
a real tomato?

I've never had any food
that didn't come

from a replicator.

Try one.

Like this?

Take a bite.

Mmm. Good?

It tastes so...

real.

Real is so much better.

Kestra, take those tomatoes
to Daddy,

and then set the table
for dinner, please.

Deldeth m'rant.

Zeth.

That wasn't Viveen.

Harpanthi. Spoken by
the Mind Witches

of the Southern Ice.

I never managed to learn
much Viveen.

How many languages
did Thad invent?

11. 12, if you count Pahlplah,

the language of butterflies.

But it doesn't have words.
Only wingbeats.

I love that.

Thad was born and raised
on starships.

From the time
he was very little,

he was fascinated
by the idea that

people had homeworlds.

Betazed. Earth.

He wanted a homeworld
of his own,

so he invented one.

Ardani.

It means "home."

Ardani.
When Thad got sick,

we came here to Nepenthe.

He loved it here.

This became his homeworld.

What did he have?

Mandaxic neurosclerosis.

It's a silicon-based virus.

It's very rare, and in theory,
completely curable.

You just have to culture
the infected cells

in an active positronic matrix.

But by the time Thad
came down with MN,

there were no active
positronic matrices.

And no one was allowed
to develop new ones.

Because of the synth ban.

So, you see, Soji,

real isn't always better.

Kestra told you. She told me

this is all very new to you.

That you're very new.

That's just a guess.

I really don't know
anything at all.

Except that, for some reason,

the Romulans are very
interested in figuring out

where I came from.

Where I was... made.

Well, one Romulan.

Narek.

He got me to believe
that he cared about me.

I thought he even loved me.

I trusted him, but...

it was all a mind game.

He was trying to trick me
into remembering

information he needed.

And then he tried to kill me.

It must be very hard to feel

that you can trust anyone now.

You think?

This way that you're
being right now,

all sensitive and caring,

that makes me trust you less.

I don't trust you

or Kestra; I definitely
don't trust Picard.

This whole thing,
if it's even really happening,

how do I know
it's not another game?

That it isn't real?

Like my childhood.
Like my parents.

You bring me to this
beautiful place,

surround me with warm, friendly
people and good food, and...

Torture you?
Destroy you?

Yeah, you're right.

All this is an elaborate plot.

I wouldn't trust any of us
if I were you.

Hey, hey!

All you had to say is
"dinner is served."

You all right?

She could have
broken me in half.

I suppose I should be encouraged
that she held back.

Baby steps.

Yes, sir.

This isn't something
a ship's counselor

is supposed to say,
but you had it coming.

Easy there, imzadi.

Do you have any idea what that
young woman's been through?

What she's going through now,
what the Romulans did to her?

To you, the idea that
all this could be some kind

of subterfuge or simulation
is preposterous.

But to her, it would be
more of the same.

You know you're real, but she
has no reason to believe that.

She has no reason to believe
that she herself is real.

Her capacity to trust

was a flaw in her programming.

She's been manipulated,
tortured.

Her very consciousness
has been violated.

Dad!

What I need to be...

You need to be Jean-Luc Picard.

Compassionate, patient,

curious.

And one other thing.
Useful.

Let us help you, Jean-Luc.

Pretend that our dinner table

is the ready room
of the Enterprise.

We'll find a way
forward, together.

Cancel red alert!

Burnt tomato.

Dinner is served.

We're going back
to the Queencell?

I'd forgotten the immense
power hidden there.

Maybe I was afraid
I'd be tempted to use it.

But now, I promised to defend
and protect the xBs.

I failed them all.
I've been a fool.

We are gonna take this cube
away from them forever.

That sounds like
a treaty violation to me.

Did you really think
you weren't being watched?

And not just a treaty violation.

Open insurrection.

I'm grateful.

I'm authorized to kill you now.

To activate the Queencell,
you will need an xB...

How's this for a lost cause?

I was that much of a...

hopeful fool again,
for a minute.

Thanks for that.

There you go, honey.

Need some more milk?

- Yes, please.
- Okay.

Chocolate?

That's probably overdoing it.

Mm, no such thing
on Planet Raffi.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Thank you for being
so kind to me.

You're a good person.

Well, thank you.

But I'm more like the wreckage
of a good person.

In an emergency,
you can slap together

a temporary good person
out of the pieces, but...

Oh, Agnes, are we looking
at an emergency here?

- Is it Chris?
- No.

No.
Oh, Agnes.

I'm such an idiot.

It's Bruce Maddox.

To see him after so long.

Then right away to lose him...

What's wrong?

Our little shadow is back. Are you sure
it's the same guy?

Identical warp signature.

- How is that possible?
- Unclear.

I'm gonna try something
different, see if I can...

Whoa.

Whoa. Oh...

Is that blood?

Red velvet.

Ugh. Uh... hello?

We got a hospitality
emergency here.

You're okay. You're okay.

Come on. You're okay.

My Wild Girl of the Woods.
Extra bunnicorn sausage.

Thank you.

Soji, welcome to our home.

- Thank you.
- Guests get two.

Imzadi? TROI: One, please.

- Do you like pizza?
- I do like pizza.

Good.

Still no contact with Rios.

If he doesn't show, I'm
gonna need another ship.

Well, you might be able
to find one

over at Infinity Lake spaceport,
if you're willing to wait.

There is a weekly
passenger service,

but independent operators
are rare.

Well, there's Captain Crandall.

He's been everywhere from
Qonos to Tyken's Rift.

So he says.

And he has a ship.

The Inside Straight.

Only, it's kind of broken.

And so is Rupert Crandall.

Anyway, even if he weren't,

where are you planning on
pointing this starship of yours?

Home.

Narek, the Tal Shiar agent
on the Artifact,

he showed me a traditional
meditation practice

called the Zhal Makh.

He made me think he was just

helping me, but he was using it

to pull information out of me
I didn't even know I knew.

Well, did he get
the information?

I was so stupid.
Yes, he got it.

And what was it?

When I met your sister,

she had just been activated
by the Romulans'

first attempt on her life.

Until then, like you,

she believed she was human.

After the attack,

she discovered that
she possessed

extraordinary
defensive capabilities,

like you.

Soji,

listen to the timbre
of my voice.

Feel the fluctuations
of my heart rate.

Note the dilation of my pupils.

Soji...

you can trust me.

Do you believe him?

I know he thinks he isn't lying.

But that doesn't mean
I believe him.

I've known this man
for 35 years, Soji.

Will...

I want, we want...

to help you to get back
to that home.

Why?

Because you were created

out of a remnant of a friend,
Commander Data.

Our very dear friend.

And one hell of an officer.

Mm-hmm.
He gave his life

to save mine.

But that's not the main reason.

Before your sister came to me,

I was haunted by my past.

Uh... marking time.

Wasting my life.

But now,

I'm alive.
And I have a mission.

Which means there's not
a hell of a chance

that you or anyone
else can stop me.

When I did the Zhal Makh,

Narek took me deep
into a memory of my childhood.

That's what I thought
it was, anyway.

And he had me look
up through a window

in what I thought
was my childhood home.

And he asked me what I saw.

And I told him I saw

two red moons
and a sky full of lightning.

He knew you were synthetic.

And that your childhood memories
were implanted.

He was looking for an implanted
memory of a real place.

And when I told him about
the lightning and the moons,

he said, "You found home."

And that's when he tried
to kill me.

Thoughts?

Maddox.

He left Earth
right after the ban,

no one was able to find him
for 14 years.

Maybe he went to this planet
with the two red moons.

And resumed his work

creating synthetic life-forms.

Soji.

You have a homeworld.

I have a homeworld.

My Ardani.

Picard, I want to go there.

Yes. We will.

But first, we have to identify

and locate the planet.

Well, I don't want
to spoil the mood,

but you may need more than that.

The Romulans have a head start,

and they probably know
where they're going.

And given what they did to you,

and to your sister,

your homeworld
is in terrible danger.

You may want to contact
Starfleet, Jean-Luc.

Probably.

But before that,
I have to find out

where the hell we're going.

It's in the Vayt sector.

The Ghulion system.

The planet doesn't have
a name, only a number.

I asked Captain Crandall.

This is silly.
I'm fine.

I-I ate a slice of cake
the size of a Borg cube.

Then I had another one.

And then,
I started on number three.

Okay, listen.

Really I brought you here
'cause I need to talk to you.

Chris, you don't need
to say anything.

You and I... I managed to shake
our shadow again.

But if he keeps finding us,

I think I might know why.

What if Raffi's being tracked?

Think about it.

Remember how mysterious
she was acting

before we got to Freecloud?

Her whole "goodbye
forever" routine?

Then she comes right back,

no explanation?
What was that about?

Where did she go?
Who did she see?

- No...
- I know. I know.

I hate to think Raffi
would betray us like that,

endanger our lives.

Maybe somebody,

Romulans, placed
a tracker on her

without her knowing.

It's not Raffi.

So, what, it's you?

You've been stuck on
La Sirena since we left Earth.

Rios!

Shit. He's back!

Noranium hydride synthesized.

Depending on species,
there may be neurotoxic effects.

You can do this.

What is the nature of your...
Oh, bloody hell!

Qazh!

Raffi, I have one more thought
about finding this guy.

But I don't think
you're gonna like it very much.

Why? Does it involve
shooting me out of an airlock?

I really hope not.

Captain Rios,

would you please
come to sickbay?

Is it Agnes? Is she still
having stomach trouble?

At the moment,
I'm more concerned with the fact

that she's in a coma.

They only came
within comms range

late last night.

Well, have your pilot
send his transponder codes,

and I'll make sure
that Orbital Control

doesn't give them any trouble. Thank you,
Will.

You were worried about them.

- I was.
- Mm.

So? What are they like,
this new crew of yours?

Well, I would have to say

they are decidedly motley.

There's been nothing but drama
since we left Earth orbit.

And I'm told,
it's been continuing

since I saw them last.

They... they seem to be
carrying more baggage

than all of you ever did.

But then...
I'm not the one to talk.

Mm, which reminds me.

Rios.

ETA?

Same as the last two times
you asked me.

Rios out.

He can be
a little testy sometimes.

Well, that's,
that's one word for it.

Do you ever think about
shipping out again?

Well, I am still
on active reserve.

But it would have to be
a very good reason.

Jean-Luc...

You've done more than your
fair share of planet-saving

in your day.
And nobody would blame you

if you just stayed home

and let other people look after
the galaxy for a while.

Especially given
your... your condition.

I mean, nobody but me, that is.

I never thought you had
any business retiring

in the first place.

And you were right.

Beautiful.

Thank you, Will.

What for?

Oh... for so many things.

But today...

for not trying to talk me
out of all this.

Believe me, I know better.

That, my friend,

is always a losing proposition.

Hi.

So...

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you, too.

I...

I don't totally get it.

But I do know something
really bad happened to you.

Something really bad
happened to me, too.

And what helped me through it
was my mom and my dad.

You don't have a mom and a dad.

But you have Captain Picard.

I don't have Picard.

But you could.

If you wanted to

is all I'm saying, and...

and he could have you.

And you could both
have each other.

I'll think about it.

Wait, wait-wait-wait!

You just have to pretend
it works.

Two to beam up.