Will Riker sat in Ten-Forward with Geordi and Deanna. "I just don't understand it," he said. "How was he able to do it?"
"I know," said Geordi. "I've never heard him deliver a joke perfectly before."
"And that laugh. And speaking to someone who wasn't there? It just doesn't add up. Data doesn't act like that."
"You're absolutely right," said Deanna.
"Then how was he able to behave so. . . so. . . humanly?" asked Riker.
"Simple," Deanna answered. "It wasn't Data."

******

"So the projections weren't even necessary," said Al. "You see, I was right in the first place. You were here to do something the real Data couldn't."
Sam nodded at Al from his place on the couch, where he was petting the android's cat. "You were right." He smiled at his friend. "I'm sorry I doubted you."
Al strolled around Data's quarters. He stopped and stared out one of the windows. "Can you imagine being able to see this every day?"
"Yes, and it's frightening," Sam answered. "Why haven't I Leaped?"
The door chime sounded. "Come in," Sam called.
Deanna Troi walked into the room. "Hello, Sam, Al," she said.
"How does she do that? It's really kind of creepy," Al said.
"Hi, can I do anything for you?"
She looked embarrassed. "Actually, you can," she said. "I've never been able to meet a Nobel Prize winner from the past before. And since you're still here." She sheepishly held out a photograph of Sam. "Would you autograph this for me?"
Sam exchanged a shocked and amused look with Al as he took the proffered photo and pen. "Thanks," she said.
"You're very welcome. Thanks for all your help," Sam said. He handed her back the photo.
"You know, I'm going to miss you when you Leap," Deanna said.
Sam smiled.
"I'll miss you, too," said Al. He looked her up and down again.
"I'm sure you will," Deanna said.
Sam laughed at Al's surprised face. And Leaped.