Oh God. "Seven?" Chakotay.

"Captain."

Kathryn tried to focus and quickly assessed the situation. Voyager's Captain was back to her old self, but the headquarters were under attack. As they sped through the halls to reach the main doors, thoughts spun through Kathryn's head. You're an amazing woman, Katrine. She had not much time to wonder where he was and whether he was safe, because just as they ran from the building, it exploded.

As they looked back at what had happened, the Captain and Seven simply stared.

Captain Miller caught up with Luc and they followed the sound of running and shooting. Not much later, they were greeted by Miller's own men, who were happy everything went according to plan. Davis clasped his shoulder. "Good to see you again, Captain."

They had just managed to dodge behind a wall when the explosion occurred. The sound was deafening and bricks and torn metal landed all around them, knocking one of the soldiers out cold. Davis and two others immediately attended him. But Miller only stared in shock and disbelief. Not just at the gaping hole. She had been in there. The communications system was blown up alright, but where were Katrine and Sylvie? He prayed they'd made it out before the explosion.

"Bobbie?"

"You owe me a postcard."

So that Brigitte was actually Davis' Brigitte. He had figured as much and silently saluted his lieutenant for his taste in women. It seems they both liked those who knew how to fight. As the two of them worked on the map, he silently watched them 'catch up'. He thought of Katrine, he couldn't stop worrying. Suddenly, a clicking noise came from behind the bar. In an instant all of them pointed their guns at the opening door. When he saw reddish hair emerge, his heart skipped a beat. She was alive and unharmed. Luc said something, but the two of them just stared at each other. He was relieved, and a little concerned by her silence and even more so by the look in her eyes: shock, disbelief, horror. What had happened?

"Katrine." Tuvok's voice broke the silence.

"Yes... Luc." She had to find her way back into the role. But her mind was a mess right now.

"We thought you were killed in the explosion. Have you seen what was uncovered?" As she nodded, he continued. "The Captain believes the bunker is a secret ammunition lab."

She focused her attention and quickly answered. "Yes.. yes I know, we just came from there."

"That isn't a request. It's an order."

She stared in disbelief. The roles are really reversed this time, aren't they?

"An order? Do I look like I'm wearing one of your uniforms? I'm going alone."

"I thought you needed our help. I'll be right behind you." They locked eyes for an instant. Her heart beat faster. He sounded icy, but she knew he had meant what he'd said before. Exactly what Chakotay had always done. How ironic. I feel I need to protect you - stand by your side whatever happens.

She sighed. Kathryn tried to focus on Seven and her next objective. She knew what was at stake here. If she couldn't manage to kick the rest of them out of their 'fantasy', they could all be killed in a war that had ended five centuries ago.

Kathryn was just convincing Tuvok that Seven was not a threat, when the window exploded. They had to go.

"Mademoiselle, after you." She tried not to look at him as he held open the door to the Jefferies tube. They crawled inside and went on for a while without speaking.

At one point he couldn't take it any more. "Katrine, are you alright?" he asked. "I really thought you were killed. I'm glad I was wrong."

"I guess it'll take more than some Nazis and an exploding building to get rid of me." She tried a crooked smile. But he could still see her fear and utter dismay in her eyes. Why did she look so sad? They climbed out of the tube and into a small junction. He didn't know what scared him more – the strange tunnels or that she knew her way around so well.

"We're going to enter some caves now," she explained. "Caves?"

Whatever did she mean by 'eccentric people'? She confused him more and more. She opened the next tunnel and turned to him. He couldn't help it: He pulled her into a tight embrace. First she seemed shocked, even paralysed, but after a moment she relaxed and gave in to his touch. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. She sighed with such sorrow it tore at his heart. "What's going on, Katrine?"

The way he said her name and held her made her feel weak. "Chakotay..." she whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing." She pulled from his embrace a little and looked at him. "Let's go."