Captain Allensworth stood outside his old house. He looked around and recognized it as the neighborhood he grew up in. He casually walked up the steps and into his house. He heard commotion in a room. He walked down the hall and found the source of the talking. His father and his brother and sister not to mention a few friends of the family stood in the bedroom, huddled around the bed. He walked up and peered over the shoulder of his brother. His mother was lying in the bed and wasn't looking good.

"Mom?" He said.

He maneuvered around people and got to a closer position to his mother. She looked very weak and pale. His father held his wife's hand. Unable to take the sight, Allensworth's siblings walked out of the room. He saw their departure and followed them to see if he could gain any information onto what was going on.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" His brother asked.

His sister shook her head. "No, the doctor said there was nothing physically wrong with her."

"Then what is going on?"

"You've seen the way she's been acting since we lost Jermaine. It tore her apart to hear that Voyager had been lost."

Ah, so that's it. Voyager has been gone for awhile and Starfleet must've reported her lost or destroyed.

At that moment there was a beeping sound coming from another room. Allensworth followed his siblings into the room. The beeping was an incoming transmission. Jermaine's brother hit the buttons to activate it. The screen switched to an older man that was balding on top and with grey hair around the sides. He looked like a chubbier version of Jean-Luc Picard. It was Admiral Paris.

"What can we do for you, Admiral?" Jermaine's sister asked.

"I would like to inform you that we received a message from a ship in the Delta Quadrant. It's Voyager."

At that moment, the eyes of Jermaine's siblings lit up and his brother darted out of the room and into the bedroom.

"Hey, everybody…" His smile and sentence was cut short by the scene he saw. Everyone's heads were down. "What's wrong?"

"She's gone, son." His dad said getting up from his kneeling position. He walked over and hugged his son tightly.

"Voyager has been found." He said.

His father pushed him away to look at him. "What?"

"Admiral Paris is on the com. They received a message from Voyager. It's in the Delta Quadrant."

The older Allensworth looked back to the still body of his late wife. "If only the message had come sooner."

In the doorway, the events were witnessed by Captain Allensworth and a tear escaped his control and fell down his cheek.

Counselor Nycz sat Alex Merriell in her counseling office. It seems that she had been working overtime lately. A lot of crewmembers have been reporting realistic dreams that were based on true events. Normally, there wouldn't be anything unnatural with that but the events of all of these dreams seem to be tragic and with half the crew experiencing these dreams, something has to be up. She hadn't been hit with these dreams yet.

"I was there, Counselor." Alex said. "I was there on the Farragut when it was destroyed by the Klingons near the Lembatta Cluster. I could see all my friends and fellow crewmembers. It seemed so real."

"But it wasn't." Christine said. "That's what you need to remember. It happened seven years ago."

"I know, Counselor. I just needed to talk to someone about it. I know that some of the crew have been having similar dreams."

Christine nodded. "It's true. I'm not sure why either."

"Must be the water." Alex said with a slight grin. He stood up and slightly stretched. "Thank you, Counselor." He said as he walked out the door.

Christine stretched herself. She ran her hands down the top of her head and interlocked her fingers behind her head.

"I'm exhausted." She said quietly to herself. She plopped down on the couch and before she knew it, she had drifted asleep.

Christine opened her eyes to find herself on the bridge of her old ship, the Nebula class USS Bonchune.

"Coming into visual range." Said the officer at ops.

"On screen." The captain said.

Nycz took a look at the screen and saw a Federation starship on the screen.

"Magnify."

The ship became bigger on the screen and it was the Prometheus. The Prometheus was an experimental starship that was hijacked by Romulans.

"Now in weapons range." The tactical officer said.

Nycz recognized that voice. It was her friend Lindsey Taylor. The two were friends at the academy and just happen to end up on the Bonchune. Taylor was the Chief of Security on the ship and also ran tactical.

"Fire phasers."

"Firing." Taylor announced.

The Bonchune fired its phasers, striking the Prometheus' aft shields.

"Fire again."

Again the Bonchune hit the Prometheus. Then a set of beeping came from the ops console.

"Sir, the Prometheus is separating into its multi vector assault mode."

Nycz saw the new ship separating into three different parts. If she remembered correctly, all of the sections could attack.

"Fire." The captain ordered.

The Bonchune fired again, hitting the middle section. The Nebula class ship flew in between the three sections. The section on the port side fired first, then the section in front, then the section on the starboard side. The ship rocked viciously from the phaser impacts.

Where was I during this time? Nycz wondered to herself. Then it dawned on her. That's right, I was on my way to the bridge, when the ship was hit and I was knocked unconscious.

"Sir, both ships on both sides of us are firing." Taylor announced.

The Bonchune was rocked hard by the attack. The attack disabled the Nebula class ship as it dropped from pursuit. The tactical station exploded, sending Taylor down to the deck. The captain looked back to see Taylor's eyes still wide open but lifeless. Shrapnel was embedded into the young girl's neck and lower face. The captain pressed a button on his chair.

"Medical team to the bridge."

Nycz ran over to friend and clutched her lifeless hand. Nycz hadn't been able to say goodbye. She was in sickbay when the accident occurred and was still unconscious when they sent her body out into space. Now her chance.

"Linds, I'm so sorry. You were a good friend and I'll never forget you."

At that moment, Christine heard a familiar voice.

"Counselor?"

It was Allensworth's voice. She looked up all around her but didn't see anyone except the bridge crew. "Captain?"

"Counselor?"

At that moment, Christine's eyes shot open. She was slightly startled by Allensworth's sudden appearance.

"Captain," She said as she leaned up to compose herself. "I'm sorry. I must've dozed off."

"It's okay, Counselor. I know you've been working hard with the crew lately. I had a similar dream and it would appear that you did as well."

Christine nodded.

"There's something going on and I intend to find out." Allensworth said.