Once they got back to DS9, Bashir, Tyr, and Freya were beamed directly to the infirmary. Sisko contacted Odo and told him to keep an eye on their Nietzsche an "guests." He later wished he had gone to the infirmary, too, even if he had been in the way. Because after the *Rio Grande* docked and everybody disembarked, Kyra would not shut up about Beka Valentine.

Guinan kept to a corner of Ops and hid her amusement as Kyra ranted: "….see a hundred like her in any star port, and you can't tell me there's a law of physics mandating low necklines. 'Captain Valentine-'"

"I don't mean to be rude, Major," Sisko said, "but could you double-check that traffic has been stopped through the wormhole?"

"I'm on it, I'm on it." Her fingers danced over the nav computer. "Just got word from the other side - traffic stopped until further notice. But where was I? Oh, yeah: 'Captain Valentine.' Captain my foot! She got that title on her back if she got it anywhere. And I bet-"

"Bashir to Sisko," Bashir's voice said from the room's speakers.

"Sisko here!" Sisko said, not hiding his gratitude. "How are our friends doing?"

"Fine - better than fine. Tyr's surgery was a success and he's expected to make a full recovery…well, from the looks of things, he should be on his feet as if nothing happened in a matter of hours. He'll be coming around in a few minutes, and I wanted to let you know in case you wanted to interview him."

"On my way." Sisko sprang from his chair and headed for the turbo lift.

"I'll tag along," Guinan said, following Sisko.

Dax and O'Brien hustled up the stares.

"Maybe we should come, too," Dax pleaded. "There may be…science…things… to worry about."

"Yeah," O'Brien said, "and I may have to build some doohickey or other, you know, people from another universe and all."

Dax pointed to O'Brien and nodded. "What he said."

"Sorry," Sisko apologized, "but some of my senior officers have to be here in case we receive word from Captain Hunt." He spoke to the lift controls: "Promenade."

Kyra watched the lift sink into the floor and shook her head. "Whatever." The she turned to her hapless colleagues: "Yeah, like I was saying, I bet 'Captain' Beka got Hunt thrown out of whatever military he was in in disgrace, and he had to steal his ship. How else do you explain the fact that…"