Chapter 3
The generator flipped and whirled through time as Janeway sat in the cockpit, tears still rolling down her face.
Small whirlpools passed the generator, showing the history or fate of species all over the galaxy.
Entire civilizations rose and crumbled as she watched, completely untouched by the vortex.
The generator passed places in the vortex where war stained and polluted time. The stream seemed to last forever.
Until the generator veered towards another small whirlpool in the vortex through which Janeway could see the sleek hull of Voyager.
As the generator passed through the whirlpool, Janeway's world screeched to a halt.
Later.
Janeway was floating. She could see clouds, starships. She could go anywhere. She flew, far away from Earth, away from the destruction. She spun back time as she flew, and arrived at the Delta Quadrant, and saw Voyager, flying among the stars.
She entered the ship, and found Chakotay, smiling, happy, free. She walked towards him, but he reached forward and shook her shoulders.
"Wake up, Kathryn! Wake up!"
She shook her head, and cried, "I won't go back there! I won't go back! You can't make me!"
The entire world shook. Light flooded her vision as Chakotay's voice faded away, and filled in with her own.
"Wake up! Who are you, and what on Earth are you doing in the Delta Quadrant?"
Janeway slowly opened her eyes, and saw her younger self, glaring back at her.
"Who are you, and why are you trying to impersonate me?"