Dr. Crusher sighed as she stood in her quarters. "Computer," she asked, "where is my son?"
"Wesley Crusher is on Holodeck Eleven," the computer intoned.
She left her quarters and made her way there. Once in front of the holodeck, she told the computer to send a message to Wesley. "Ask him if he'd let his mother in."
A moment passed and the holodeck doors opened onto a set of bleachers in a baseball stadium, with two teams playing below. It was empty besides Wesley, and eerily quiet.
"Hi, Mom," Wesley said. "Dr. Stubbs said that he imagined baseball games to himself so I thought I'd try it out myself in the holodeck." He shrugged. "I can't play the games in my head like he can."
Dr. Crusher sat down next her son. "It's a bit quiet, though, don't you think?" She paused before adding, "Computer, add appropriate crowd visuals and sounds."
The roar of a crowd filled the stadium and holograms appeared around them. "Isn't this a little distracting?" Wesley asked.
Dr. Crusher shook her head. "That's part of the excitement of a live game – knowing that you're with other people, cheering on a team." She smiled warmly.
Wesley shrugged. "I guess so." Neither of them said anything for several long moments. Wesley finally turned to his mother. "I never apologized for what I said before, about you not being around. I didn't really mean it."
"I know, Wes," Dr. Crusher said, squeezing her son's shoulder. "It's alright."
"I'm glad you're back, though."
"Oh, me too."