Three days later, nothing of note had happened. Alexander was heading to the bridge from the crew lounge; he'd just finished his morning coffee and was ready to face his shift at the controls. He was just about to grab something from his quarters when he heard a bloodcurdling scream. Alexander abandoned the d'k tahg he'd taken from the Klingon he'd defeated, running towards the scream's source.

"Oh my God!" Screamed the voice's owner, a junior medical officer. "Someone help!"

Alexander stood next to the brunette as she covered her mouth with her hands, hyperventilating. "Shit," was all Alexander could manage to whisper as he walked into the open quarters.

Kendra was in her nightgown, a strap hanging off her shoulder as she hung by her neck, her dainty bare feet dangling about half a foot above the floor.

Alex narrowed his eyes, cursing himself for not bringing his knife… but he had remembered his phaser. He drew it, using it to cut the makeshift rope, a spare bit of cable. Alex caught Kendra as she fell, cradling her in his arms. "Kendra!" He shook her gently, cupping her soft cheek. "Kendra? Can you hear me, darling?" He slipped the cable off of Kendra's neck and gently opened her mouth, placing his ear over her mouth.

Kendra wasn't breathing.

Alexander then placed a gentle hand on Kendra's neck… and he didn't feel a pulse. But he knew exactly what to do.

"Okay, here's how this is gonna work. I can help her, but we need Doctor Kelly."

"R-right!"

Alexander unzipped the zipper of the nightgown, which ran to the end of Kendra's sternum, and interlocked his hands, compressing Kendra's chest. "Kendra…" he muttered softly. "Come on, Kendra!" He placed his lips over Kendra's. They were soft, he noticed as he breathed for her, but growing cold. "Come on, sweetheart!"

"Uh… D-Doctor Kelly? I-It's Sidney… Sidney Johnson. You need to come here, some- something's wrong with Kendra! She…". Sidney's voice thickened. "Alex is trying to help her but… but I think she's dead!"

Sidney ran over to Alexander as he compressed Kendra's chest again.

"Sidney, that's your name?"

"Yeah…"

"I'll handle compressions if you can breathe for Kendra." He breathed for her again.

"W-what if she's…"

"Oh no, no, no; don't say that, love, we have to try."

"R-Right!" Sidney tilted Kendra's head back, comfortingly stroking her hair. "Ke- Kendra…?" She breathed for her once… "Kendra, it's Sidney…" and again. As Alex compressed Kendra's chest, Sidney struggled to speak through her tears. I… I don't know why you d-did this… but you gotta come back. Please…". She breathed for Kendra again. "Please-please-please! We've known each other since kindergarten, you… you're stronger than this!" She shook Kendra by her cheek. "K- Kendra, please!" She breathed for her again. "Come on!" She practically sobbed.

"Damn it, Heather, where are you!" Alex muttered. "Can you handle compressions, Sidney?"

She just nodded, and they switched, with Alexander breathing for Kendra. He breathed for her again.

As Sidney started compressing Kendra's chest, Alex looked at his watch, and his stomach leapt to his throat.

Seven minutes.

He checked Kendra's neck again. "Stop… hey!" He looked to Sidney. "You can stop; I… I have a pulse."

It was there, but faint. Kendra was unconscious and struggling to start breathing again.

He continued to breathe for Kendra for about another minute, and by the time Heather arrived, Kendra was just opening her eyes, gasping weakly.

"Kendra? Dear God… Sidney, what happened?"

Sidney, in tears, swallowed. "Ken… Ke-". She struggled to stand, and Heather caught Sidney as she fell.

"Shhh… it's okay, honey… can you tell me what happened?"

"Kendra…". She whimpered as fresh tears fell from her eyes. "Kendra… tried… to kill… herself…"

Kendra weakly shook her head as she weakly clung to Alexander, who had zipped her nightgown back up. "Voices…" she said weakly… "Somethin'… somethin' made me… talk… later…"

Heather smiled and nodded.

Alexander gently picked Kendra up, gently placing her on the bed. "You're safe," he said gently.

Kendra smiled weakly. "Thank… you…" she murmured. "I… I…". She let out a weak groan and went limp, but kept breathing.

As Heather used her medical tricorder to check Kendra's vital signs, Alexander covered her in her sheets.

"Let her sleep," she said gently. "She'll be okay."