Hal and Lois walked the corridors, searching for the holodeck. Hal had a big grin, and Lois looked slightly surprised.

            "Hal. We can't… not here… they would know…" She stated.

            Hal grinned at her, and kissed her on the neck, "So…"

            Lois went to reply, but they arrived at the holodeck. "They won't have anywhere good. Computer, what was the last run simulation?" She said.

            "EMH lesson file; Sandrines; bar; Earth; early 1900's." The computer replied.

            "It won't work… computer, run program." Lois contradicted. The computer beeped in response and the doors whirred open. Hal wrapped his arms around her. "There's to many people in here… Computer, delete all other characters." Again, the computer beeped, as all other characters disappeared.

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            Captain Janeway stepped onto the bridge. Tuvok was back at his station. "Tuvok, you should be resting." Janeway chided, elbows resting on the tactical console.

            "I appreciate your concern Captain, but I have fully recuperated." Tuvok replied, monotonously.

            "Good. I need you at your best," Janeway stated. She walked to the center of the bridge, "Tom, set a course back to the flexure, warp nine. The sooner we get my ancestors off this ship, the better. Tuvok, run continuous scans for the Borg. Go to red alert at the first sign of trouble." Janeway commanded. She walked over to Harry, "Harry, scan for any chronoton fluctuations. If the Borg come back, we need to be ready to send the Wilkersons home." Then, she tapped her comm badge, "Bridge to Seven of Nine, start working on ways to close the Chronospatial Flexure."

            "Acknowledged." Seven replied.

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

            The doors to sickbay whirred open. Two security officers carried Dewey into the room. One held his arms, and the other held his legs.

            "Place him on the biobed on the side, and hold him down." The Doctor stated, not looking up from his work with Reese. "Malcolm, give him a suppressant then the second hypospray." He prodded in Reese's chest.

            ["Great, I'm using technology that by my perspective hasn't been invented yet on someone who'll attack me without second though!"]

            Malcolm stalked over to the Doctor's cart and pulled out two hyposprays. He took a couple calming breaths, then asked the security officers "You ready?" They nodded in response. Dewey flopped around on the table like a fish out of water, foaming at the mouth, and growling. Malcolm jumped forward and pressed the hypospray to Dewey's neck. On the table, Dewey's near-convulsions slowed until he stopped moving completely. Malcolm nodded to the security officers and they left. Then he pressed the second hypospray to Dewey's neck and injected him. "All done Doc!"

            "Good." The Doctor replied, "Now clear the area and erect a force field around the biobed."

            Malcolm took a couple steps backwards, then commanded "Computer, erect a level 10 force field around this biobed."

            The computer beeped and responded "Force field engaged" as it shimmered into being around the biobed.

            "That wasn't so hard, was it?" The Doctor asked rhetorically, "Almost finished here. Reese will be up and walking around in no time… well, he'll be up at least."

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

            "Captain, I'm detecting the chronoton flux again!" Harry Kim stated.

            "Good. Any sign of the Borg?" Janeway asked.

            Tuvok pressed a set of keys on his console, "Negative."

            "Keep running your scans. Harry, check the sensor logs. I want to know the exact energy signature the Borg used to open up the link to the 21st Century."

            "Aye Captain." Harry responded.

            Captain Janeway tapped her comm badge, "Janeway to Seven of Nine, have you found a way to close the flexure?"

            "I believe I might, please report to Astrometrics." Seven replied.

            "On my way. Janeway out." Janeway answered, "Chakotay, go to Astrometrics. I'll meet you there."

            Chakotay turned in the first officer's chair "Where're you going?" He asked.

            "I need a cup of coffee!"