"Geenan, what'sh this drink called again?" Trance said. She was sitting next to Guinan at the bar in Quark's, although one would be forgiven for thinking Guinan was sitting and Trance was trying not to fall off.

"Saurian Brandy," Guinan said, "and for someone with no stomach you have drunk your way through a good chunk of Quark's stock. If this was my place, I would have cut you off half an hour ago."

"Alcah….alcah…Alachua…Booze doesn't effect me the way it does organn….or…gan…ics. And Guinan, do you know where the money maker is? I asked Beka years ago and she still won't tell me."

Freya chuckled and turned away from the two mystery women and ascended the spiral staircase. She found Beka and Kyra at a table by the top of the stairs, laughing over a couple of root beers. Freya traded waves with them and went to Tyr, seated a few tables over with his nose in a PADD.

Freya stuck her arm in front of Tyr. "What do you think?"

Tyr looked up at her. "Huh?"

"The gauntlets. Apparently, Garack had them on order for me." She sat down. "What do you think?"

"Um, yes, fine."

"Boy, you haven't had a lot of relationships, have you?"

"What?"

"What are you reading?" Freya asked.

"The history of our people in this reality," Tyr answered. "It's all here: Drago Mussevini, the prides, the major figures in our history all tied up with something called the Eugenics Wars on Earth. I haven't found a single inconsistency." He dropped the PADD and buried his face in his hands.

"Fascinating," Freya said.

Tyr looked up. "When we returned from the Magog World Ship, when Harper learned he was infested, he wanted to die. And when I remonstrated with him, he said, 'If that's another where there's life there's hope speech, I could use that right now.' Harper's infatuation with Andromeda, philosophical debates with the Magog, bumping heads with Beka and Dylan, the ship's suspicions of me - all that has been taken from me. I spoke to Harper a quarter of an hour ago, and he acted like he'd never met me. I actually missed having him insult me. If we can't fix this, all I will have are memories." He paused. "I think I understand Dylan a little better."

Freya took one of his hands in hers. "Tyr, you left that all behind you-"

"That doesn't mean they mean nothing to me, Freya. That doesn't mean I don't cherish those memories. What about you? You lived with them for some time. Doesn't it bother you that they don't remember you?"

"The memory I cherish most is seeing you for the first time," Freya said. "I felt something in me come alive. Of course, I had to play the ice queen: 'He's a better breeding specimen; we could use new DNA.' But inside, my heart was singing. You were everything I ever wanted. And now that I have you again, I'm not worried about anything else."

"Freya-"

Freya and Tyr turned at cat-calls. Beka and Kyra were whistling after Worf as he and K'Elyr came over to them. Then Kyra and Beka turned to each other and laughed.

Worf and K'Elyr sat at Tyr's table, Worf looking straight ahead with stiff dignity. "Have your pants always been so tight?" Worf said. "It is most undignified."

"I will have to look into it," Tyr answered. "How are you doing?"

"I am…coping. You?"

"I will be well."

Worf half-smiled. "That bad, huh?"

Tyr smiled in spite of himself. "Par for the course, actually. I've actually missed these adven-"

"There you all are," Olma said, coming over with a Bajoran security guard. "Captains Sisko and Hunt have made progress. He would like to see us."

K'Elyr pointed at Beka and Kyra as she stood up. "What about them?"

Olma said, "My impression is they will be called for when needed. For now, Ben and Dylan want to see us."