On Voyager, Harry Kim looked down at his console, which was beeping furiously at him. "Voyager to the Delta Flyer," he said, getting static in response. "Delta Flyer, please respond..." More static. "Tom, Chakotay, Captain. Somebody answer!"
Tuvok looked up at him. "What happened?"
"I don't know...I lost contact with them," he replied.
"Where are they now?"
"I can't tell, there's too much interference." Harry frowned. "There shouldn't have been any problems. It was a simple supply-gathering mission, I don't understand."
Tuvok's Vulcan brows drew together and he stood on the command deck, hands clasped behind his back. "We cannot risk sending another shuttle," he concluded. "We must simply coordinate our efforts from here. They are there somewhere, Mr. Kim. I have no doubt you'll find them."
"Ah...Yes, sir..." Harry shook his head, hoping Tuvok's words of encouragement wouldn't prove faulty.