Interlude

Through the windows in what had once been Neelix's galley, he watched. Far into the distance of the depths of the gas and dust he saw the glowing star, a blinding light through which the past and future had met. Her nose towards the star, he saw the ship that he would have recognized anywhere. He gazed upon her, and the men and women who crewed her today, yesterday, and if fate were kind, would crew her tomorrow. Then, the nacelles rose up and the ship leapt forward, blazing towards the star so that the warp flash in the distance and the star were irreconcilable.

"Goodbye, Voyager," he said quietly.