Voyager Headquarters: Tribunal Courtroom
Drake tapped a button on the omni in the reader. "As I said, I am sorry to have to show such a thing, but it is imperative you see the monster that is Phineas Bogg and make your decision accordingly."
With a respectful nod to the Tribunal, Drake stepped aside as the round screen above took on its resolution.
"This," Drake said, "is Jeffrey Jones' bedroom, 1982."
And there on the screen was a dark-haired boy, sitting on his bed, despondent. A whistling sound was quickly followed by the breaking of the glass window. And in stepped the unmistakable figure of Phineas Bogg. The dog leapt from the boy's side, grabbing Bogg's guidebook. The boy tried to hold the animal back and retrieve it, and then …
The boy stepped backward and fell through the window. The Phineas Bogg on the screen watched impassively and retrieved his guidebook with a kick to the dog's head. The one in the dock jumped up and screamed, "Jeffrey, no! No!" And Bogg jumped over the railing reaching for the boy, as if he could somehow catch him through the screen.
"A nice show of remorse," Drake said, looking contemptuously at the now hysterical Bogg, who held to the screen and continued to yell for the boy. "But I think we'd all agree it was too little and too late.
"The omni doesn't lie, Voyager Bogg. And it shows you for what you are, no need to try to impress the court with false heroics now."
Bogg slumped against the wall and slid to the floor. "Jeffrey. Oh, my God, Jeff, I'm so sorry," he whispered.