Jorna went to sleep and had another dream. But this time, it wasn't as scary as her last one. Her mother was there alone, looking at Jorna like she wanted to tell something but couldn't.
"Mom, what is it?" Jorna asked.
"Honey, I am not sure of how to tell you this. I am not who I seem to be."
"You're not my mother?"
"No that's not it. Honey, I had surgery to make myself look like your father's race."
"Why?"
"Because his people were at war with mine."
"What were you originally?"
"Suliban."
"No. Please you're lying. That's not true."
"I'm afraid it is."
"Is that why they killed all of you? Because you betrayed them?"
"Yes. You are still part Suliban. And you are the only one of your father's kind left."
"But how?"
" I couldn't change my genetic make-up. I am sorry you must learn this now." And Jorna woke up.
She couldn't believe what she had just heard. She was part Suliban? She was part of her worst enemy, the ones she wanted revenge on. Why? Why her? She needed Trip. She needed someone with her right now.
It was Trip heard her call because he walked in just then. He saw her look of anger and fear. I can't tell her now, he thought. But he didn't have to tell her.
"Trip, does Phlox know if I'm part Suliban?"
"Yes he does. I'm afraid you are. How did you find out?"
"My mother told me. My recent dream brought her up and had her tell me."
"The mind works in strange ways."
"No kidding. I can't believe it."
"I know. What are you going to do?"
She didn't get the chance to answer because Trip was called to the bridge. Jorna got dressed and followed him. She got there and heard Archer say, "A Suliban ship has appeared and they're hailing us, asking for the girl."