Voyager`s Doctor, having spent the better part of his time since the ship`s return at the holographic arts center in New York City, was quite unaware of events of the recent past when he was summoned to San Francisco as part of an emergency medical team. As a matter of security, Starfleet did not disclose any details about the battle being fought, and the Doctor, rather customarily, was left to his own devices to imagine what was actually occurring. In truth, he had not practiced medicine in quite some time, and to return to it under these conditions was astonishing and somewhat disturbing. He pressed his colleagues for information, but they were all as ignorant. He was, however, privy to much whispered conversation about Captain Janeway, and her supposed dismissal from Starfleet, of which he simply could not conceive. But it was true that she was gone – he tried to look for her, if only to make sure that she hadn't been affected by the attack, but her office at Administration was no longer in existence. He was overwhelmed with work and had more wounded to treat than he could manage, yet this puzzling piece of information continued to plague him, and he wondered if was in any way related to the mysterious war that was threatening to overtake the city. He thought perhaps that he had been away for too long, and that once the emergency service was at an end he might do well to remain in California.
But this decision was not truly cemented until, witnessing his first ground raid from the Cassandras' offensive, a hundred pairs of deep-set hazel eyes marched past his triage unit with a deadly stare, and among them, one pair of blue eyes, round and wide and clear, and unmistakeable.