"Mr. Worf?" Dax's voice said. "I have the *Enterprise.*"
Worf straightened up. "Thank you. On screen."
The conference room on the *Enterprise-E* appeared on the conference room monitor, and they were all seated around the table - Picard, Riker, Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge…Deanna… all his old friends….
… all looking at him as if they'd never seen him before in their lives.
"Captain," Worf said. "Have you read Captain Sisko's report?"
Picard nodded. "Yes, Mr. … Worf. I must say, even given some of our missions, this is extraordinary."
"That is one way of putting it," Worf said.
LaForge said, "And you and Tyr are the only ones who know how things were before."
"Yes," Worf said.
Riker said, "And everything that we think happened with Mr. Anasazi happened with you?"
"Yes, Commander," Worf said.
"Then you must owe me five slips of latinum form when we pulled in to DS9 last month."
Worf smiled. "You owe me five slips, Commander. You should stick to poker and leave tongo to the experts."
"Damn," Riker said.
Data was plus-plus-nonplussed: "I am curious about the *Andromeda's* artificial intelligence. Would it be possible for me to interface with her?"
Before Worf could answer, a small window opened in the screen. Andromda's screen image looked at Worf imploringly and shook her head. Then the window closed.
"There have been communications problems," Worf said. "It may not be possible. But I will see what can be arranged."
"Thank you, Commander."
"Well, Mr. Worf," Picard said, "from the sound things, Captain Sisko and his opposite number have the situation in hand. Contact when all this is over and tell us what happened."
"I will, Captain. It was good to see you all."
Picard smiled. "*Enterprise* out."
The screen blanked. Then Andromeda appeared on it. "Worf?"
"Andromeda?"
"Thank you. I know he is … should be… your friend … but my avatar and I can't stand Pinocchios."
"Data is an acquired taste. I understand."
Andromeda smiled and left the screen.
K'Elyr came over from where she had been standing by the door and put her arm around Worf's shoulder.
Worf said, "I wonder how Tyr is doing?"
"I thought you said he has no honor," K'Eylr said.
"He does not. But he does not deserve to have his life taken from him."