A Cause for Concern
"Akoochimoya…" Chakotay placed his hand on the akoonah. The only thing that could possibly help now was a vision quest.
He was in a nondescript grey valley full of fog. "…I fear my Captain has lost her way. Please, I want to help her." He paused, looking down at his shoes. "I've never seen her like this before… Hiding things from the crew, acting like she's ashamed of something…" He looked up again. "Please! She's not herself! I need to help her!"
He fell to his knees. "Kathryn… What are you not telling us? You haven't been yourself. I just want to know what you're going through… What would drive you to give up the one thing you love and trade it for… for… A WHITE CHOCOLATE MOCHA??"