Chakotay spotted the figure in the distance. He sped up until he was running towards her, but he stopped at the base of the rock when he heard her heartbroken sobs. His heart twisted painfully as he remembered the look of shock, dismay and complete and utter pain that he'd seen on her face the night before.

I've broken her heart, he realised, and guilt flooded over him. Slowly, he climbed up beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened in his embrace for a moment before relaxing into his chest, letting him hold her for what she thought was to be the last time. She buried her face into his chest, clinging desperately to his shirt as her tears soaked the fabric. Her small body trembled, wracked with the distraught sobs. Cautiously, he stroked her hair and rubbed her back, hoping to calm her down but only making everything worse.

"I'm sorry," she finally managed, her voice muffled and constricted.

"What for?" he asked, confused.

"For . . . everything," she sobbed.

"Why? You haven't done anything wrong."

"I lost you."

"No you didn't. I'm right here, and I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon without you."

"But what . . . what about . . . Seven?" she choaked out.

"We broke up a few days ago."

"Why? She was perfect - she's young, pretty, smart . . . "

"Yes, but she wasn't you." Kathryn looked up at him, a small flame of hope in her eyes.

"You . . . You still . . . want me?"