Naomi Wildman walked Voyager's corridors. She had had a good deal of free time lately because of her lessons being temporarily canceled. Some of the senior staff usually taught her classes, but they had been tied up with the Wilkersons lately. That Reese was particularly annoying. Aside from being obscenely dense, he went and got himself assimilated. Lucky for him, Voyager found him.

            Naomi walked up to the holodeck control panel and accessed it, "Computer, run Treevis and Flotter Chapter 20." She ordered.

            The computer beeped, "Cannot comply. Simulation in progress." It announced.

            "What simulation?"

            "EMH lesson file."

            Naomi sighed. It was most likely Seven and The Doctor running another social lesson program. The Doctor wouldn't mind if she went in. Naomi tapped a series of keys and the holodeck doors slid open. Naomi walked in and turned a corner. A scream pierced the air, sending Naomi jumping. "Identify yourself!" She shouted.

            Lois' head popped up from behind the bar, "Hi…"

            "You're the mother, aren't you?" Naomi asked.

            "Uh… uh…" Lois stuttered, "Yes… my name… is, um… Lois, and this is my, husband, Hal."

            Hal's head popped up from behind the bar, he mouthed a greeting.

            "My name's Naomi Wildman. I'm the Captain's assistant."

            "Well, that sounds important… she might need your help…" Lois stated.

            "Your right!" Naomi said loudly, running from the room. The doors slid shut behind her.

            Hal stood up, he was naked with his lower half hidden behind the bar, "Phew… that was close."

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

            Chakotay and Seven stood in front of a giant view screen in Astrometrics. An image of the Chronospatial Flexure was on the view screen, with several orange boxes around the center and edges. Seven was pointing out several "points of interest" as Captain Janeway walked in. In one hand she held a steaming metallic mug of coffee.

            "How are we going to close this thing?" Janeway asked aloud.

            Seven cocked her head "My scans indicate that the center of the anomaly is here." She said, as the screen zoomed in on one of the orange boxes. "If we were to equip a torpedo with nanoprobes programmed to destabilize the flexure's chronoton output, the torpedo would destabilize the flexure, causing it to collapse."

            "Have The Doctor help with the nanoprobes." Janeway commanded.

            "That coffee smells good, what kind is it?" Chakotay asked.

            "It's my own special blend," Janeway replied.

            "I'll have to try it sometime."

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

            "And… done!" The Doctor stated, holding up Reese's last removed cybernetic implant. He placed the device on his cart and looked down at Reese. He had several open wounds, as The Doctor hadn't closed them yet, but otherwise looked peaceful and serene, asleep. The Doctor picked up a device and waved it over the wounds, closing them. Standing back, The Doctor pulled the sheet covering Reese's waist up over his chest. "How goes my pupil?" The Doctor asked Malcolm.

            "Great…" Malcolm said sarcastically, "How do I know if this stuff worked?" He asked, referring to the chemical used to metabolize the sugar in Dewey's blood stream.

            The Doctor walked over and picked up another hypospray, "Let's find out." He pressed a button on the side and injected Dewey. He stirred on the table. He sat up and placed his hand on his forehead.

            "What happened?" Dewey asked.

            "Apparently you don't take to sugar, but your brother treated you." The Doctor replied.

            Dewey glanced nervously at Malcolm, "What else did he do to me?"

            The Doctor looked sidelong at Malcolm, "I suppose this is a normal reaction." Malcolm nodded, a look of agreement across his face. "Right. Well then, I don't suppose you'll be happy to hear that Reese will be up and about in no time." Dewey's eyes shot open widely and he leaned back. "Why am I not surprised?" The Doctor stated.

            ["Hey… I just had a great idea."]

            Malcolm walked out of the room, and into The Doctor's office. After running a few scans on Dewey, The Doctor looked up. "Looking for something?" He said loudly.

            Malcolm rushed out of the room, "Just looking, I don't suppose I'll be here that much longer."