Miles, fancy a drink?
I can't.
Keiko and the kids are waiting on me for dinner.
Next Thursday— book a holosuite.
They're going to Bajor.
Hi, Julian.
Hi. You going to Vic's?
Yes.
Mind if I join you?
Uh... actually, we were looking forward
to spending an evening alone.
Great.
Well, have a great time.
I understand.
Cheeky virus.
You've gone and mutated on me.
Well, you can run, but you can't hide.
Lights.
Nog to Dr. Bashir.
Go ahead.
You're needed in the Infirmary, sir.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
Isn't Dr. Girani on duty?
Not anymore.
Admiral Patrick threw her out.
Admiral who?
He wants to see you immediately, sir.
On my way.
( door opens )
What's going on, Ensign?
Sir, Admiral Patrick and his staff
just arrived on the Farragut.
What happened to Dr. Girani?
The Admiral said she was asking
too many stupid questions.
Dr. Bashir reporting as ordered.
Finally.
Patrick?
That's Admiral Patrick.
Mind your manners, Doctor.
What are you doing here?
That's a stupid question.
Where did you get those uniforms?
That's a stupid question, too.
Please excuse the doctor, sir.
He just woke up.
They're not Starfleet officers, Nog.
They're not?
We're mutants.
Genetically engineered mutants.
Can't you tell?
BASHIR: Does anybody at the Institute
know you're missing?
That's a stupid...
Will you stop saying that!
Why are you so upset?
You wanted Sarina brought here. Well...
here she is.
( sighs )
I was considering bringing Sarina here for treatment
when I was ready
but I still have to modify my surgical equipment
before I can begin the procedure.
Well, don't worry— we'll help you.
And when we're through with Sarina
she will be just like us.
Do you have any idea
how much trouble you could get into
for impersonating Starfleet officers?
Jack, you didn't say anything
about us getting into trouble.
Well, we didn't get caught, did we?
Didn't anybody question you?
Of course.
But when they did, Patrick would say...
That's a stupid...
You'd be surprised how well it works.
I'll say.
What are they going do to us?
Oh, it's all right.
I'll find a way
to straighten this out... somehow.
Hello, Sarina.
Remember me?
JACK: Of course
she remembers you.
She's not an idiot.
She's just a little cataleptic.
Are you really going to be able
to make her better?
I'm going to do everything I can.
I promise.
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They posed as an Admiral and his staff.
If you want me to convince Starfleet not to press charges
you're going to have to give me a damn good reason.
They wanted to bring Sarina here
so that I could help her.
They meant well.
They meant well?
That's the same excuse you gave me
when they were caught
trying to pass military secrets to the Dominion.
They were trying to save lives...
Doctor, I appreciate
that you feel a connection to them
because you are genetically engineered yourself
but they have displayed
a consistent disregard for the rules
that the rest of society lives by.
Maybe that's because
they're not allowed to live in society.
We are not here to debate Federation policy
toward the genetically enhanced.
We are here to discuss what to do about these people
now that they're aboard.
Of course.
Well, with your permission, sir
I would like to proceed with Sarina's treatment.
Well, I take it the Institute
has given the approval to move forward?
A copy of the medical protocols I submitted.
Dr. Loews, Sarina's legal guardian
has given her consent.
Well, it appears that this procedure
has never been done before.
Well, there's no guarantee that it will work, of course
but if it does, it could change everything for her.
There's no reason to think that she's suffering
from the same type of behavioral disorders
as Jack and the others.
Her problem is that she's trapped inside her own mind.
This could free her.
There are still a few technical issues I have to work on
but I feel confident that I can iron them all out.
You've put in a lot of time on this, haven't you?
I owe it to her, sir.
I could have ended up the same way as Sarina
but I was lucky.
My DNA re-sequencing
didn't have any unintended side effects.
All right, Doctor.
I'll take care of Starfleet. You take care of Sarina.
Thank you, sir. I'll arrange to have
the rest of the people sent back to the Institute.
Actually, I was hoping
you'd allow them to stay on for awhile.
For what reason?
Sarina's spent the last 15 years with them.
Now, assuming the procedure works
and she comes out of her isolation
I think it would be helpful to have
some familiar faces around.
Well, we'll arrange for quarters
to be set up in the cargo bay.
I appreciate it.
Just make sure they stay there.
I don't want them to get out and cause trouble
like they did the last time.
I'll see that it doesn't happen again.
I'll hold you to that.
One thing more.
Get them out of those uniforms.
Aye, sir.
There. Don't you look pretty?
JACK: Why are we doing this anyway?
PATRICK: Keep going.
JACK: Here?
A little to the left.
That's not where it was last time.
Oh, what difference does it make?
He's right.
Fine.
How's that?
Much better.
Here he is!
Well, well, what did the Captain say?
All systems are a go.
See? See?
I told you it was a good idea to bring her here.
That's right, Jack, I remember.
So, when do we operate?
We?
You're going to need some help.
Oh, so you're a surgeon now?
How hard can it be?
Um, thanks for the offer, but...
Oh, I get it.
You want to take all the credit.
It's not about credit.
It's about what's best for Sarina, I think.
Fine. I'm busy, anyway.
New project.
Oh, glad to hear it.
What are you working on?
Wouldn't you like to know?
( chuckling )
Well, I'll leave you to it
but, uh, do me a favor
and, uh, change out of those uniforms.
Sarina, I'd like to take you to the Infirmary
and run a few tests.
Is that all right?
She's afraid it's going to hurt.
It won't hurt. I promise.
You're in good hands...
very good hands.
Don't get your hopes up, Julian.
It's over between the two of us.
I have a new man in my life...
that gorgeous little Ferengi.
Nog?
Jealous?
Oh, that's so sweet.
Hurry back.
BASHIR: Sarina's cerebral cortex
was genetically enhanced in order to accelerate the rate
at which she can process information.
Now, the only problem is, her visual and auditory systems
can't channel the stimuli into the cortex fast enough
so, because they're out of sync
she can't focus on what's going on around her.
Well, is there any way
to get her sensory processors up to speed?
I need to stimulate the growth
of new synapses in the thalamus
which means... I have to manipulate
neural proteins at a subatomic level.
Well, then you've got a problem.
This is the most advanced neocortical probe made
and it's not nearly that accurate.
Now you know why I asked you down here.
Well, I wish I could help you, Julian
but at resolutions that small
quantum fluctuations
are impossible to control
and I can't make this thing any more accurate.
How can you say that before you've even tried it?
I'm sorry, Julian. It-it-it can't be done.
I'm sorry.
Well, sorry just isn't good enough, Miles.
This is Sarina's only chance
at living a normal life.
Julian, I can't break the laws of physics.
Nobody can.
Your friend was right.
You can't break the laws of physics.
ALL: But you can bend them.
JACK: We recalibrated the imaging diodes.
It is so accurate
that you could clip the wings of an angel
dancing on the head of a pin.
Uh... if you wanted to.
Anything?
( sighs )
Sarina?
Now, just how am I supposed to know
you understand me
if you don't give me some sign, hmm?
Anything.
It doesn't matter how small.
It's been five days now
and she's just as unresponsive
as she was before the procedure.
I know you're disappointed, Julian
but you did everything that you could.
Well, it wasn't enough.
I'm sorry.
Obviously, you want to punish yourself.
Do you want help?
Because I'm really good at punishing myself.
Let's see...
if I were you, I'd be kicking myself
for making promises I couldn't keep
for getting people's hopes up
for being arrogant enough to think
that I could help Sarina
even though dozens of other doctors have failed.
Should I keep going?
No.
That just about covers it. Thanks.
Glad I could help.
What is it?
I'm not sure.
Excuse me.
Sarina?
What are you looking at?
Every... thing.
( halting nasal monotone ): You... heard me.
I thought something
and you heard it.
Sarina...
you spoke.
Sarina.
Come and sit down.
I need to run a few tests.
( beeping quietly )
( gasps softly )
What is it?
Listen.
( beeping )
It's nice.
You're right.
I hadn't noticed that before.
That's a little odd.
Her norepinephrine levels are slightly elevated.
What's causing it?
I'm not sure.
It's probably due to limbic overcompensation.
The levels should drop
when the new thalamic connections
stabilize.
You're right... I think.
I was listening
when you were telling the nurses about the procedure.
I kept thinking that I wanted to thank you
for what you were trying to do for me...
and now I finally can.
Thank you.
Did you move this?
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
Would you leave him alone?
Patrick, it's where it's supposed to be.
Oh...
( nasal monotone ): Hello, everyone.
Did you hear what she said?
Did you hear that?
I don't think I've heard
a more beautiful sound in my life.
It was my idea to bring you here!
We missed you!
You look so different!
Aren't you going to say thank you?
Did the surgery hurt?
There's so much I want to say to all of you.
Why are you talking like that?
Quiet!
( imitates Sarina ): There's so much I want
to say to all of you... There's so much...
Jack!
No, he's right.
I can hear the way I sound.
Don't worry. It's only temporary.
It just takes a little practice.
Practice! Ah, practice. Good idea.
Listen to this, Sarina.
( sings scale ): ♪ Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do. ♪
( sings same note ): ♪ Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do. ♪
Are you tone deaf?
You're the one who's tone deaf.
( sings scale ): ♪ Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do. ♪
( sings mostly in tune ): ♪ Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do. ♪
Much better.
♪ Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti... ♪
( low octave ): ♪ Do. ♪
( laughing )
Yes, yes-yes-yes.
Let's improvise.
Lauren.
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi... ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa... ♪ ♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa ♪ ♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do. ♪
( Bashir applauds )
Molto allegro.
( in unison ): ♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
( unison ): ♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, so, la, so ♪ ♪ Re, mi, fa, mi ♪
( in unison ): ♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Do... ♪ ♪ Fa, mi, re, mi ♪
♪ Re, do, re, mi, do ♪
♪ La, so, fa, so ♪ ♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ La, ti, do ♪ ♪ Fa, so, la, so ♪
♪ So, do, ti, do, so, mi, fa, so, la ♪
♪ So ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, so, la, so ♪
♪ So, fa, so ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
( all singing complex harmonies )
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪ ♪ Fa, so, ti, do ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪ ♪ So, fa, so... ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪
♪ Do, re, mi, do, re, mi ♪ ♪ Do, mi, so, la ♪
♪ Fa, mi, re, do ♪ ♪ So... ♪
ALL: ♪ Do. ♪
BASHIR: It was amazing.
Within a few minutes, Sarina's voice just took off.
That kind of improvement
usually takes weeks of speech therapy.
That is amazing.
Julian...
So, she was exhausted.
I took her back to the Infirmary.
I needed to monitor her neural activity anyway while she slept
but I still can't get over that transformation.
Yesterday, she was silent as a stone.
Today, she's singing and laughing...
You should have seen her, Miles.
How could I?
I've been sitting here all night.
Is it Thursday?
Well, why else would I be sitting here all night?
Oh...
I'm sorry. I forgot.
It's all right.
Morn caught me up on how his 17 brothers
and sisters are doing.
I'd better head off.
I got an early start in the morning.
Oh, I'm sorry about the mix-up, Miles.
Mmm.
It's all right.
I'm happy for her.
Happy for both of you.
( humming softly )
Sarina.
What are you doing here?
How did you get in?
It wasn't hard.
Your access code only has six digits.
Is something wrong?
I-I couldn't sleep.
My nurse could have given you something for that.
I... don't want to sleep.
Why not?
What if I wake up the way I was?
What if I can't...
It's not going to happen.
Your life's going to be different now.
Your future...
is full of possibilities.
You know, you're going to be doing things
that you haven't even dreamed of.
There's really no reason to be afraid.
Sarina?
( sighs )
Good morning.
Morning.
You didn't account for the L-Two codon.
What?
That's why the virus mutated.
You need to target the RNA transcriptor.
Hungry?
The L-Two codon...
Of course.
Why didn't I think of that?
Sarina...
you're amazing.
I've been working on this for months.
You would have seen it sooner or later.
I don't know about that.
Thank you.
I'm glad I could do something for you.
You've done so much for me.
NURSE: Infirmary to Dr. Bashir.
Go ahead.
Dr. Girani is asking for your assistance in surgery, sir.
I'm on my way.
Well, looks like I'm going to be tied up
for the next few hours.
What would you like to do in the meantime?
Would you like a tour of the station?
I can ask Ezri to show you around.
That's all right.
I think I'll go see Jack and the others.
All right.
I'll have someone take you to the cargo bay
and when I'm finished with surgery
I'll join you there.
Oh, wait. You need your breakfast.
Thank you.
( door opens )
( door closes )
The fact is, is that the universe is going to stop expanding
and it is going to collapse in on itself.
We've got to do something before it's too late.
How much time do we have left?
60 trillion years— 70 at the most.
Oh, no!
Isn't Nog handsome?
What are you doing?
We are running out of time!
Sarina! Thank God.
Nobody else around here ever listens to me.
What is it, Jack? What's wrong?
There's too much matter.
The universe is too heavy for its own good.
LAUREN: You need
to lighten the load.
Yes, yes, yes, exactly.
We have to find some way to decrease the mass.
Of the entire universe?
That's the whole point.
Is that possible?
That's what we're trying to figure out, Sarina.
LAUREN: What if we found
a way to manipulate subspace?
Mmm... hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.
Change the cosmological constant.
Mmm. Yes, yes, yes.
That'd do the trick.
You can't change the cosmological constant.
You know something, Sarina
we are trying to save existence as we know it
and all you can do is criticize.
I'm sorry.
Thank you!
Now, where were we?
PATRICK: Manipulating subspace.
JACK: Right, right.
( sighs )
Doctor!
Glad you're here.
Is she all right?
Sarina, are you all right?
She's fine.
Listen, you have to talk to Starfleet for us.
We need subspace field generators— lots of them.
Can we talk about it later?
Later? There isn't going to be a "later" later.
JACK: Now, once we get the field generators...
Sarina?
Hi.
Is something wrong?
Oh, no. They're used to my being quiet.
It's easier this way.
LAUREN: Could be very messy.
Um... some of my friends want to get together
a little later on at Quark's
and I was wondering if you'd like to come along.
Me?
Do you want to?
JACK: When should we be ready?
Uh...
Oh, we're not invited, Jack.
Just her.
Figures.
That doesn't seem fair.
LAUREN: It's all right.
Come on, Sarina.
Let's get you dressed.
LAUREN: Sorry to keep you waiting.
Come on out.
Come on.
Am I good, or am I good?
Look at all the people.
Here they are.
I don't remember her being so...
Beautiful.
Yeah.
Everyone, this is Sarina.
Sarina, this is everyone.
Odo.
Nerys.
I'm Miles.
I remember you.
You're Julian's best friend.
Well... we get on all right.
For the most part.
Why are you pretending that it's not true?
Because they're men
and men have trouble expressing their feelings.
You don't.
Oh, are you kidding?
Odo never talks about his feelings.
He took your hand.
He's showing you his feelings.
Thank you.
O'BRIEN: Julian
why don't you show everybody how much you love me
and order the next round.
( chuckles )
Hey, Broik.
I liked your friends—
all of them.
If I had to find someone to replace Atlas
and hold up the world, it'd be Miles.
He'd do it with a smile, too.
And Kira— she never doubts herself
which is what Odo finds so fascinating
because he doubts everything but her.
What about Ezri?
The day she realizes she's more than just the sum of her parts
she's really going to be something.
I can't believe you saw all that
after just a few hours with them.
I'm going to have to start putting on my poker face.
Too late. You've already given yourself away.
Is that right?
And how would you describe me?
Compassionate
brilliant
lonely.
Well. Two out of three isn't bad.
Which two?
Now, that would be telling.
I'm glad you liked my friends.
I know they liked you.
I felt so comfortable around them.
I didn't have to worry
that someone was going to throw a tantrum
or break into tears all of a sudden.
They only usually do that at staff meetings.
Jack's always talking
about how we're better than normal people.
He says that's why they keep us locked up
but he's wrong.
He couldn't get by in the real world.
He'd get himself into too much trouble.
So would Lauren and Patrick.
That's why they belong in the Institute.
In fact, Doctor Loews wants me to get them back there
as soon as possible.
I'm not going with them, am I?
You don't belong there...
not anymore.
Do they know?
Not yet.
They've been like a family to me
for as long as I can remember.
I know how much you care about them.
As difficult as they can be sometimes
I'm going to miss them.
We had our own little world, just the four of us.
So what's a genetically enhanced girl supposed to do
when she wakes up from a long sleep?
Point to one of those little specks of light out there
pack a bag and go make a life for herself?
Why does she have to go anywhere at all?
Sarina isn't going back to the Institute with you.
She's not?
No, she's staying here.
Oh, really? Huh. How nice for you.
I've arranged for her to have her own quarters.
We're never going to see her again.
You have no right to do this— no right.
Look, I know you're going to miss her, but it's
the best thing for Sarina.
We did not help you
so you could take her away from us.
Stop thinking about yourself for a second
Jack, and think about her.
Face it. She doesn't belong with you anymore.
Why?
Because we're not normal?
Because we're crazy?
Oh, Jack.
Couldn't you make us normal like you did
for Sarina and then we could all stay together?
LAUREN: Go on, Julian.
Tell them.
There's nothing you can do for us.
We're too far gone.
Ah, who wants to be normal anyway?
We're better than they are.
You don't see any of them
trying to save the universe
from collapsing, do you? Hmm? Hmm?
Let's get back to work.
Well, they took it rather hard.
I should go talk to them.
In the morning.
Give them a little time to get used to the idea.
Come on. I've got just the thing to cheer you up.
ALL: Dabo!
O'BRIEN: She's unbelievable.
Tell them how you do it.
Go on!
It has to do with a series of binomial equations
and probability factors.
BASHIR: Explain how you track
the dependent variables.
It's really not that interesting.
ALL: Dabo!
Well, hasn't this been fun?
Why not take a seat and top off the evening
with a lovely bottle of spring wine?
Should we?
He just wants you to stop playing
so he doesn't lose any more money.
QUARK: Did I mention
that the wine was on the house?
Julian, let's sit down.
But she's winning.
I've... played enough.
QUARK: This way, this way.
Uh, excuse me, excuse me.
Uh, uh, Ezri, over here.
CROWD: Dabo!
( laughter )
( dishes clattering )
Sarina?
This way.
Julian, would you mind if we left?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you were having a good time.
Oh, I was, but there was so much commotion.
Maybe I'm just tired.
I'll tell you what.
Tomorrow night, why don't we have
a nice, quiet dinner in my quarters?
I have a week's leave coming up.
I thought we might go to Risa together
get away from all the distractions around here
spend a little time alone.
All right.
I'll let you get some rest then.
She's wonderful, Miles.
I've never met anybody like her.
She's brilliant, sweet...
everything's new to her.
Being with her is so refreshing.
She takes such delight in what she's experiencing.
It makes me appreciate things
I usually take for granted.
Like hot coffee?
Like coffee... music...
the way the stars shine.
What is wrong with this thing?
Are you listening to me?
Yes.
Yeah.
Coffee, music, stars.
Well, don't you have anything to say?
As a matter of fact, I do, Julian.
I haven't seen you like this for a long time
and I'm really happy for you
but don't you think
it's all happening just a little too fast?
Well, we're genetically engineered.
We do everything fast.
Julian, she's your patient.
Not anymore.
I've asked Doctor Girani to take over her care.
Miles, I don't think you understand
what this means to me.
All these years I've had to hide the fact
that my DNA had been re-sequenced.
I listened to people talk about the genetically engineered
saying they were all misfits.
I used to fantasize about meeting someone
who was like me, who could live a normal life
but it never happened—
until Sarina.
Don't you see?
She's the woman I've been waiting for all my life.
Well, good luck.
Computer...
music.
Something... romantic.
( classical music playing )
Computer, locate Sarina Douglas.
Sarina Douglas is in her quarters
on the Habitat Ring, corridor H-6, section 27-Epsilon.
Sarina!
It's me.
Computer, override door locks.
Authorization: Bashir-delta-five-seven-alpha.
( beeping )
I've been waiting in my quarters for you.
Sarina?
Is something wrong?
Sarina.
Apparently, the thalamic pathways I generated
are still functioning
but Dr. Girani's not detected any neural activity in them.
Do you have any idea what's wrong?
Not a clue.
It's as if she were just slipping away
and there's nothing I can do
but wait and hope she pulls out of it.
GIRANI: You can go in now.
Sarina?
Don't be afraid.
Everything's going to be all right.
I'm not going to give up on you... ever.
BASHIR: I don't know what's wrong with her.
I need your help.
Why should we help you?
You just want to steal her away from us.
Look at her!
Do you really want her
to spend the rest of her life like this?
I mean, I've been trying to find a way
to reach her, but I can't.
Maybe there isn't one.
All I'm asking is that you try.
The three of you know her
better than anyone else.
Please... I don't want to lose her.
All right, Julian.
Leave her here with us for a while.
We'll see what we can do.
Thank you.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
We have to tell him.
Why? This way, we can all stay together.
Let's go.
This way.
That way.
I think we passed it.
Can I help you?
That's a stupid question.
( door chimes )
Come in.
We have to talk to you.
About Sarina?
Tell him.
She can still talk.
It's just that she's afraid to.
I don't understand.
What is she afraid of?
We don't know.
But we think it has something to do with you.
I'm going to talk to her.
Stay here.
BASHIR: Sarina.
Talk to me...
please.
I know you can.
What's wrong?
Is it me?
If it is, don't be afraid.
I'm going to do whatever it takes
to make it right...
because I love you.
I want us to be together.
Tell me.
Do you love me?
I don't know.
I don't even understand what love is.
I don't understand anything.
Sarina...
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to feel?
Tell me.
I want to make you happy.
I owe you everything.
Shh. You don't owe me.
You don't owe me anything.
I'm sorry.
I wish I could be the woman you want me to be.
Shh.
Morning.
Is she gone?
Her shuttle leaves in a few minutes.
What about the others?
They left for the Institute this morning.
I understand you've arranged a position for Sarina
at the Corgal Research Center.
Yeah, an internship.
She's going to work
under one of the scientists there
live with his family.
Are you okay?
How could I have been so blind?
What was I thinking
trying to move things along so fast?
She needed time.
I didn't give it to her.
I came this close
to driving her back inside herself.
I'm supposed to be a doctor.
I'm supposed to put a patient's needs above my own.
You didn't want to be lonely anymore.
Nobody does.
( sighs )
I have to go to work.
You want to come over for dinner tonight?
Keiko's making tempura.
( sighs )
No, thanks.
So here you are...
on your way to one
of those tiny little specks of light out there.
I guess that's what a genetically enhanced girl
should do when she wakes up from her sleep—
go make a life for herself.
I'm going to miss you.
You won't forget me?
Forget you?
Never.
COMPUTER: Final boarding call.
Well, I'd better go.
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