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"Wes, Beverly, thank goodness," Will sighs in relief as he greets us in the Transporter Room.

I breathe in in the familiar recycled air of the Starship, "Good to see you too, Will," I look past him with a smile, "Deanna, Data."

"Beverly!" She hugs me so close that I struggle to breathe. "We were so worried." She pulls back and looks me up and down. "Are you alright?"

I smile wearily, "Fine, Deanna. But," I look at Wes, "We'd better get started."

"Will," Wesley gestures to Leah on his right, "I'm sure you remember Leah Brahms. She came aboard the Enterprise a few years back."

With a warm Riker smile, "It's good to see you again Dr. Brahms," he extends his hand in greeting. "Welcome to the Titan."

"Thank you, Captain Riker. But uh," She looks back to Wesley. "We only have 45 minutes to do this. "

Pallor and anxiety hit all of us with a similar celerity, me in particular. "What did you find, Wes?" Will gestures to the set of hydraulic doors as we pass through them at a quickened pace.

Wesley holds the padd and 2 different coloured microchips up, "Paper trails. What happened to your meeting?"

Will shrugs, "It was as we all suspected. She said she'd look over it, though. She took the copies." He rubs his face as we round the corner to Engineering. "If you found paper trails, she can still report the story, but with a lot more evidence."

A familiar face waits for us at the haudralic doors as they open into a console-filled room. "Wesley!" Geordi quickly embraces his old friend. "It's good to see you."

Wesley, though, quickly disengages himself. "Fine Geordi. Good to see you." He looks over his shoulder. "We need to get started."

"What did you have in mind, Wesley?"

Leah Brahms asserts herself as she extends her hand, "Hello, Geordi. Good to see you again."

Deanna and I look at each other knowingly. Poor Geordi. "It's good to see you too Leah." This time, however, he doesn't have time to wallow in self-pity. Thank goodness…

Wesley quickly refocuses the group. "We need to create a modulating high frequency band disturbance." He hands Geordi the two microchips. "What I want to do is use the Titan's communications array to effectively create an entirely new signal that we can superimpose over existing television waves and essentially obliterate them while leaving our new signal intact."

Geordi types purposefully on the console while Wesley stipulates his plan. "So then what we need to do is boost power to the commutations array and reboot the programming to project a stronger signal. Right now it's operating at minimum strength because we're in orbit. How do you want to create the modulating frequency, Wes?"

"What about using the Botzman algorithm?" Leah intones, moving next to Geordi as she inputs her own set of data.

"Isn't the Botzman a little bit of overkill?" Geordi is stumped. "I was thinking about the Lewis Theorem."

Wes shakes his head. "No, no neither of those..." He's hangs his shoulders in quick contemplation. "I have an idea," his head shoots up and he takes over Geordi's console. "What we need to do is reformat the signal altogether. Remember, we're not projecting across space. This is a different spectrum altogether; We're dealing in television waves, which are ultra high frequency decimeter bands." He looks at Leah and Geordi, "Botzman and Lewis aren't going to work. What we need to do is…"

I seem to fade into the wall as I watch the three of them work. Indescribable amounts of pride and admiration swell as I watch my son exert his natural brilliance. "Beverly," I feel Deanna's hand on my arm.

I look down at her, "Yes?"

She takes my hand in hers and leads me away to the corridor. "Are you alright?"

Thoughts of Jean Luc and what he's done for our family surface in the kindness of Deanna's presence. In all the hullaballoo, the gravity of what he's done for us hasn't sunk in. My eyes burn as I look at my dear friend. "I'm worried, Deanna." My voice is shaky and lends itself to cracking at every syllable.

"I know," she hugs me. "I know. But," she looks up. "Wesley will come through." She turns in the direction of the door we just passed through. "I don't know how, with four geniuses working on this project, they're not going to succeed."

I nod my head, stifling tears and overweening feelings of immersing desperation. "I know. But…"

"Shh." She holds up her hand with a smile to silence me. "We're not even going to think about the alternative. Is that understood?"

I bow my head with a laugh and mock salute, "Understood, Commander."