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- Gwyn's personal log,
stardate 61886.6.

We're about to arrive
at the coordinates

we hope will reunite us
with the "Protostar,"

but it's been a long road.

Captain Chakotay lost in time
through a wormhole...

deciphering
Murf's secret correspondence

with a mysterious observer,

all leading us
to this nebula hinted at

in my otherworldly vision,

a journey that's left
none of us unchanged.

It's strange,
being displaced from time.

One tiny device between me
and oblivion.

I've been unsure about
a lot of things lately,

but to see my friends back
on the "Protostar" again,

to finally make things right?

It's not about the journey.

It's the destination.

- Well? Rok?

- For the last time,
I'll tell you when we're there!

- Okay, okay!
It's just--

I can't believe we're going
to see the "Protostar" again!

If it's even there.

- It has to be.

If we don't restore the past
by returning it to Tars Lamora,

we may lose Gwyn forever.

- Approaching
designated coordinates.

That means we're here, Dal.

- Oh, oh, right.

Lock on target
and let's take her out of warp.

Uh, well,
that's disappointing.

- Are you certain
this is the location?

Unless my new eyes
are failing me,

I don't see anything.

- 100% sure.

This is where all of Chakotay's
clues wanted us to go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

We went on a wild Targ chase
for this?

It's a whole bunch of nothing!

- Hold on.

According to these readings,

these asteroids are orbiting
some kind of strange attractor,

indicating there is something
out there.

Yeah! Yeah!

- What if the whole planet
is out of phase, like me?

Stuck between
quantum realities?

- A hidden planet.

- Oh, my gosh!
Oh, my gosh!

If we use the transporter's
Heisenberg compensators

to remodulate the shields,
it would allow our ship

to collapse the superimposed
wave function!

- Uh?
- Huh?

- You know, pull the planet
out of its hiding spot.

- And how are we not already
in Starfleet Academy?

Let's do this!

- Remodulating.

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- What?

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It worked.

- Do my eyes deceive me?

- It's real.
- Then take us down.

Before it disappears.

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- Jankom's picking up
one life sign.

Oh, boy.
It's in there.

- Chakotay.

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- I can't tell. Was this built
in the past or the future?

- Kinda looks like both.

- Hey, Jankom thought Chakotay
needed our help.

But apparently,
he's been living the high life.

You sure
we got the right place?

Only one way to find out.

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- Space, I merely open
the door for...

- Is it just me, or is anyone
else getting a creepy feeling?

- Oh, so that's why
this hair is rising

on the back of my neck.

I like it.

- Seems like nobody's home.

- Um...

hey, Starfleet guy,
are you here?

Really?

- I'm starting to question
if leaving "Voyager"

to chase down
mysterious coordinates

from a man lost in time
was a good idea.

- They're coming,
but we can't just abandon...

- Oh, goodness.

- There are other realities,
others who need us.

- This plane is doomed.

- I get the sense there's much
more to this than we realize.

- The life sign does appear
to be in that direction.

- It's not our place
to interfere.

- We must go.
- Oh, wow.

- No. I won't leave.
I'll find a way.

Oh, that's one big door.

- Appears to be
some kind of vault

from mid-20th century Earth.

- What's it doing here?
- Should we open it?

Well, like you said...

Only one way to find out.

Huh?
Uh...

- Captain Chakotay?

- Not exactly.

I'm Wesley Crusher,
and I've been waiting for you.

- Admiral's log, supplemental:

The hunt for out missing
recruits continues,

and the "Infinity's"
warp trail has led us

to an abandoned
Borg Transwarp conduit.

We can only hope
our young "Protostar" crew

are safe on the other side.

Come.

- We've continued to study

the missing time
surrounding the attack

on Gwyn's
holographic duplicate,

and were able to isolate
the ship's security feed

before she went offline.

- And we found this doozy.

- That's the sound
she was afraid of.

- We believe
some sort of entity

manipulated time
to enter "Voyager" undetected,

specifically targeting Gwyn.

- But it was fooled,
just as you all were.

I always knew
it was a hologram.

- An entity
that can manipulate time

hunting a crew member
displaced by time.

Ugh, as if I needed another
reason to dislike time travel.

If this predator
is after one of our own,

we'll need to hunt them down
first before it's too late.

- Bridge to Janeway.
- Go ahead.

- You have an incoming message
from Admiral Jellico.

- In my ready room.

- Vice Admiral Janeway,

last I checked, your orders
were to return to Earth.

So why are you
leaving Federation space?

- Admiral, some of my crew
have gone missing,

and I don't know why.

I have reason to believe

there's a strange entity
in pursuit.

- I believe that
you believe that, Kathryn,

but after
your recent performance,

you're under strict orders.

You can come back
and file a formal request

with Starfleet Command
if you want,

but we can't keep
having you zip off like this

when there are larger matters
at stake here!

- Edward,

I only have three rules
when captaining a starship:

keep your shirt tucked in,
go down with the ship,

and never abandon
a member of your crew.

Janeway--

- Edward, Edward?
- I order you to--

- I'm losing you.

We're going through
a Transwarp tunnel!

What?
Technically, we are.

- Oh, thanks the cosmos
you made it!

There's--oh, one, two, three,
four, five...

okay, good, all six of you!

Perfect! Good!
That's great!

Oh, oh, wait.
I'm sorry.

This is the first time
we've met, isn't it?

I'm so rude.

Time is such a funny thing.

I'm sorry that
it's so drafty in here.

Does anybody need a sweater?

I have got more sweaters
than you would believe.

Of course I didn't forget
about our little talks, Murf.

This guy,
he has such vulgar language.

- Uh, I don't want to be rude,

but where's Chakotay
and where's our ship?

They're not here.
But--but--

you are halfway there,

which is exactly
where you need to be.

- Halfway?
Who is this guy?

- I'm Wesley Crusher!
I thought I told you that.

I--look, think of me
as your guardian angel.

Or if you don't have angels
where you come from,

think of me
as the interdimensional

equivalent
of a guardian angel.

That makes sense in my head.
- Wait.

The Wesley Crusher?

Member of Nova Squadron?
Genius of the "Enterprise D"?

Made acting ensign at age 15?

- Well, I mean,
not in that order, but yeah.

Listen--long story short,
I am a time traveler

who's run out of time.

Mm! I just--I just wanna--

The Doctor's version is fine.

The Doctor's done
a great job with you.

You're totally fine for now.
Sort of.

- Okay, but why
are you helping us?

And why all the secret clues?
Where's Chakotay?

- Mm, right, sorry.

I forgot
the most important part.

There's so much
going on up here.

Man, linear time!
This is such a trip!

Hey, uh, I should've said
this out loud.

You should all be following me.

- Should we?

- Oh, boy, this guy is
one nebula short of a galaxy.

- We've come this far.
Perhaps we should hear him out.

I know
this is the best I can do...

- Ah, yes, the important stuff.

Okay.

When I was a young man
on the "Enterprise,"

I met an advanced being
called the Traveler.

He was part of a secret faction
of explorers

who watch over the cosmos.
Very cool.

They invited me
to become one of them,

helping where we could
by manipulating reality itself

with the powers of space, time,

and the most
overlooked variable, thought.

- I heard knowledge is power,

but I didn't think
it was literal.

- Oh, thought is everything.

Thought is
a very powerful tool,

beyond what most beings
understand.

Like, a lot of folks,

turns out they need our help
and they don't even know it.

- So you're like

the interdimensional version
of Starfleet.

Um, kind of.

But we, like,
do more of our own thing.

Um, hey, could you point this

at that for, like,
I wanna say 30 seconds

in a counter-clockwise motion
for me?

- I don't know what this is,
but totally.

One tribble tribble,
two tribble tribble...

- You're doin' great.
- Three tribble tribble...

- Okay, once I learned

how to move across time
and dimensions,

the Travelers taught me when
I could intervene

and when I couldn't,
since time is a fragile thing.

And that is the hardest part
of it for me.

The travelers have this
hands-off approach

to maintaining
the cosmic balance

between the different
universes,

but right now in this moment,
I do not.

Okay, now you hold this
and whatever you do,

don't look at it.

- Whoa, whoa.
Back up.

I just wrapped my head
around time travel.

- And now you're saying
there's different universes?

Oh, sure! Tons!

Quantum timelines,
alternate realities,

planes of existence--

take your pick,
I've been to all of them.

all: Whoa.

- There's the Prime Universe
we're in right now,

there's the Mirror Universe,
the Narada incursion,

Fluidic Space,
the Mycelial Plane.

Ooh, you're not supposed
to know about that.

Okay, f-forget I said anything
about that. It doesn't exist.

But all of it together,
it forms a grand tapestry.

It is exquisite, but fragile,

and it is always one tug away
from completely unraveling.

It's sort of like
your favorite sweater.

So sometimes,

a loose thread or a paradox
pokes a hole in it,

which causes the cosmic
tapestry to fray.

- A paradox?
- An impossible situation.

- Like if the "Protostar"
never arrived on Tars Lamora,

so therefore--
- I can't exist, but yet, I do.

- Exactly!

Right now, we're living
in an impossible time.

Thanks to that
wormhole shielding snafu,

this universe is trying

to exist in two states at once,

and that's causing it
to unravel.

First in small ways, like Gwyn,

but it doesn't stop there.

- These holes in the universe,

they can't stay open forever,

or they also let
cosmic scavengers in.

They feed on dying timelines,

like moths drawn
to an old sweater.

- Did you just say "feed"?
- I did.

Like vultures, but way worse.

You, me, and everyone
whose lives you touched

will be on the menu.

Ooh.

- After the temporal wars,

there just aren't many of us
left to repair timelines.

Sadly, the Travelers
found the paradox created

by the missing "Protostar"
too impossible to fix,

but this universe is my home.

My mom lives here,
and I am not gonna let it die.

- Uh, tiny question.

How do we not all die?

- If these cosmic scavengers
devour me,

will everyone else be saved?

- It's bigger than just you,
Gwyn.

- It's bigger
than all of us now.

But there is a way
to fix the sweater

by closing the time loop
and sending the "Protostar"

back to the past
where it belongs.

- Sorry, but didn't
we already know that?

- Yes, you did!

But what you didn't know...
it can't go back just yet.

So after scouring
infinite timelines,

I finally glimpsed
one eventuality

where the Prime Universe
gets through this

without endless suffering.

Now, I don't know
how to make it happen yet,

but what I do know is that

the six of you
must stay together.

Great.

So I don't get eaten.

- Or we all get eaten together.

- I like the future where
there's no eating at all.

- Oh, don't worry.
I've got a plan.

I-I have most of a plan.
That's why I brought you here.

Actually...

You're supposed to be
over here.

I think I can figure out

what you're supposed to do next
and where to go.

I just need to align
your quantum signatures.

Okay, take a few readings
first...

Told you.

One nebula short of a galaxy.

- Okay, okay,
time out, time guy.

- Uh, you were supposed
to stay in your sport.

And you can totally
call me Wes.

Look, Wes, I appreciate
you trying to help us and all,

but is there, like,

a supervisor we could talk to
or something?

- How do you know about
the Supervisors?

- Uh--
- You know what? Forget it.

You don't know
about the Supervisors.

And we don't have time
for that anyway.

- Oh!
- What's wrong?

- It's too soon.
They shouldn't be here.

- Uh, he's stopped talking.

I thought I wanted that,
but it's scarier

when he's not talking--

Whoa.

- Dal?
Rok?

What did you do to them?

- It's not me.

Oh, it doesn't make any sense!

We're supposed to be hidden
from them!

- From who?

Wesley,
what are you talking about?

- Remember those cosmic
scavengers I told you about?

The ones that feed
on broken realities?

I know that sound.

- Oh, no.
They found us.

Come on. Quick. With me.

- I thought I had more time.
You never do when you need it.

- I can't
leave my friends behind

with those time monsters!

- They're called the Loom,

and they've frozen reality
so they can feed.

Luckily,
you're not the only one

with a temporal stabilizer.

I have more stashed away,
but we've got to get to them.

They're the only way
to free your friends

from the Loom's
time manipulation.

How did they find us?

- Well, unfortunately,
we're time aberrations,

which for the Loom is like
a subspace navigational beacon

transmitted across
all frequencies.

They can smell us a mile away.

- Great.
We're walking paradoxes.

- Yeah, but we should really
be running paradoxes.

- That's why you didn't
contact us directly.

It would've lured these things.

- I tried reaching out
in undetectable ways

like through Murf
or Chakotay's symbol.

I mean, clearly it's all
a moot point now.

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- Why are we stopping?

A-ha! I found it!

- What did you just do?

- Space, time, thought...

And gadgets.

Here, hold these.

Um...

Quick, pretend to look scared.

- Who's pretending?
I am scared!

- Who's pretending?
I am scared!

Who's pretending?
I am scared!

Not that way.

We're trapped!

- Trapped is only
a state of mind.

Put your hand next to mine.

Okay, focus, breathe,
and push...

now!

- Talk about mind over matter.

- Oh.

- Um...ooh.

- What the--
what just happened?

- The Loom happened.
- What are the Loom?

- Interdimensional
scavenger beings

that can manipulate time
in order to eat dying timelines

like this one.

They're bad, Rok.

Real, real bad.

Stay back. Get behind me.

Use your phasers!

They seem unphased.

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- Put your hands
on the door now!

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- Hang on!

- Huh?

Oh.

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- Where are we?

Someplace safe. For now.

Wow!

Wow!

That was a close call.

I don't know about you guys,
but I could sure use a snack.

Uh, Earth grapes, anybody?

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- Remodulating
long-range scanners.

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- Ingenious.

Hidden within a pocket
of subspace.

Prep an away team to beam down
and investigate.

Who knows what's waiting
for us down there?

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