Will you meet me on Clare Island
Summer stars are in the sky
We'll get the ferry out from Roonagh
And wave all our cares goodbye
-Clare Island, The Saw Doctor-
"It's a beautiful place, Katie," Michael's eyes were bright, "The best time to go is at night, when you can see the stars."
"You haven't even told me where you're talking about!" Kathryn laughed, waiting for him to slow down, "Where is beautiful?"
"Clare Island, of course!" he exclaimed, "Don't tell me you've never heard of it?"
"Oh, I've heard of it," she smiled softly, "My mother used to sing me an old song about it." She began to sing under her breath words that she had not heard for a long time, and Michael's enthralled look was all the encouragement she needed to keep going.
"That's beautiful," he nodded at the end, humming the tune to himself, "I've never heard it."
"It's very old," she mused, eying Tom and Harry sat in the corner of the pub playing cards with a couple of the locals. Tom looked up, caught her eye and went back to his game with a small smile playing on his lips. Only a few days before, she remembered now, she had mentioned the song to him and then suddenly Michael was talking about a place he had never mentioned before and she was reminiscing and singing and having a wonderful time.
She reminded herself to make sure Tom got a break from his sickbay shift the next time Chakotay put together the duty rota.