Voyager to Shuttlecraft Drake.
Prepare for emergency transport.
Mr. Kim, can you hear me?
We're attempting to lock on to you.
Harry?
Harry.
Hey, it's time to wake up.
What's wrong?
Libby...
Yes?
This can't be happening.
What's wrong with you?
Libby, it's really you, isn't it?
Come on. You're going to be late.
What?
You have a meeting... 0900, remember?
You've only been obsessing about it for a week.
I don't want Lieutenant Lasca blaming me
because you weren't on time
for the biggest meeting of your career.
Now, get dressed and I'll make you some breakfast.
Come on. The eggs are getting cold.
What's with you today?
The date.
What's the date?
The date?
What day is today?
49011.
So this isn't the past, it's the present.
San Francisco.
This can't be a dream.
It's too... real.
It's too clear.
So what does that leave?
A holodeck?
A hallucination?
Some kind of trick?
The last thing I remember was piloting
a shuttlecraft on my way back to Voyager.
We both have a long day ahead of us.
Could we play this little game another time, please?
No...
you can't be Libby.
It's not possible.
My name is Ensign Harry Kim
of the Federation Starship Voyager.
Where am I?
Is this some sort of simulation?
That's not funny, Harry, talking about Voyager like that.
The memorial service was only two months ago.
Danny was your best friend.
How could you joke about it?
Danny... Danny Byrd?
I'm done with this conversation.
Go to work.
I'll see you tonight.
What is going on?
Harry!
Coming right up.
Here you go.
Vulcan mocha, extra sweet.
Thanks.
So, today's the big day, huh?
What do you mean?
You know, the meeting.
The new ship you're designing.
And don't forget, you promised to bring me a model...
and I'm going to hang it right there in my window,
and I'll tell everyone:
"Harry Kim, he designed that ship.
He came into my shop every morning."
Look, I know this is going to sound a little funny,
but how long have I been coming to this coffee shop?
How long?
Well, let's see.
Since you left the Academy.
How long is that? Eight... eight months.
- Eight months? - Mm-hmm.
And you've seen me every day?
Well...
not every day.
You like to sleep late on Sunday.
But if I had your fiancée, I'd sleep late, too.
Fiancée?
We're getting married?
Ah, yes.
There were many mornings I woke up,
I said the same thing to myself when I was about to be married.
But don't worry, it'll pass.
I don't think you've ever had a morning quite like this one.
Hey, Harry! You ready to go?
Um... where?
Very funny. Come on.
We better get moving if we're going to catch
the transport to Headquarters.
I... I'm not sure I can go.
I'm not feeling very well.
Maybe I should just go home.
Come on, come on.
It's just a case of the jitters.
You'll do just fine.
Relax, Harry.
If all goes well, you'll walk out of this room a Lieutenant.
Let me see that warp coil schematic.
The what?
The coil diagram...
the one with the new plasma flow equations.
I forgot to bring it.
Forgot?
Harry, we need that diagram to show
that we've worked out the dilithium fracture problem.
I'm sorry.
Well, we'll just have to improvise.
Good morning.
I have a meeting at 1100 hours
with the head of Starfleet Security.
She doesn't like to be kept waiting.
Let's get this underway.
Lieutenant Lasca?
Thank you, Admiral.
Ladies and gentlemen,
you are looking at the new Runabout Yellowstone.
It's equipped with tetryon plasma warp nacelles
and designed for a variety of mission profiles.
Yes, Lieutenant, I've looked over your specifications.
It's an interesting design...
but how do you propose to address
the dilithium fracture problem?
Tetryon plasma tends to disrupt subspace.
I'm actually glad you asked that question, sir.
We've been working
on the problem for several weeks,
and I think you'll see that we have found an answer.
I'd like to introduce you to the engineer
who designed these new warp engines.
And, I might add, he is the most promising young engineer
to come out of the Academy in a long time.
Ensign Harry Kim.
Harry.
Is there a problem, Ensign?
Actually, sir, there is.
Come on, Harry, pull it together.
We've been waiting for this for six months.
Ensign, are you ill?
Yes, sir.
I'm very ill.
I would like to...
continue this presentation at a later date.
Well, unfortunately, Ensign,
I'm leaving for a three-week tour
of the Cardassian border in a few days.
It will have to wait until after then.
Harry... you better be dying.
Guess I'm pretty good.
Computer, display my service record.
"Graduated Starfleet Academy, Stardate 47918.
"Requested duty on USS Voyager.
"Request... denied.
"Requested transfer to Starfleet Engineering Corps.
"Transfer approved.
"Starship Design Specialist.
"Awarded the Cochrane Medal of Excellence
for outstanding advances in warp theory."
Computer...
access Starfleet Science Academy database.
Have there been any temporal anomalies
in the space-time continuum reported in the last 48 hours?
Negative.
No temporal anomalies have been reported.
Computer...
has there been any contact with the Starship Voyager
since it was lost in the Badlands?
Information on USS Voyager is classified.
Security clearance level three or above
is required to access files.
No problem.
It's my ship, or at least I thought it was.
Security authorization accepted.
Last recorded contact with USS Voyager
prior to its disappearance
was on Stardate 48307.5.
Access Voyager crew manifest.
Who was the Operations Officer on board?
Ensign Daniel Byrd.
Danny.
Harry!
What are you doing back so early?
Oh... hi.
I wasn't feeling too well, so I decided to come home.
Oh? You don't look sick to me.
Coming home for a little visit with Libby, are we?
Ah, to be young.
Don't worry. I'll keep your secret.
Thanks.
Listen, I know this is going to sound strange,
but I forgot to look at the street number
when I left this morning
and I don't remember which building I live in.
Could you...
Tell you where you live?
You're not playing some kind of a prank
on your old pal Cosimo, are you?
No. Like I said...
I haven't been feeling well and...
everything's kind of foggy.
Okay, okay, okay.
Well, you live right over there...
fourth floor, apartment 4-G.
Thanks.
Harry...
don't look so concerned.
Everything's going to work out.
You have a wonderful job, a beautiful fiancée.
Everything is going to be fine.
Trust me.
Hmm?
Hello? Who's there?
It's just me, Libby.
Harry?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I'm fine.
You feel a little warm.
God, you're tense.
Why don't you tell me what happened today.
Nothing.
Everything.
I'm not sure what happened.
Harry...
forget about work.
Try to relax.
You're home now.
What can I do to help?
Just...
tell me you love me.
I tell you that every day.
Aren't you getting sick of hearing it?
No.
In fact...
pretend I haven't heard you say it
in a long time.
Pretend that we haven't seen each other for months.
Okay.
I love you, Harry.
Welcome home.
So...
if we haven't seen each other for months...
where have you been?
Oh...
on a starship,
thousands of light years away.
A mission?
Yeah.
We got a little lost.
Aw.
Sounds lonely.
You can't imagine.
Tell me something...
Hmm?
You didn't stop at Risa along the way, did you?
No...
no pleasure planet excursions, I'm afraid.
You thought about me the whole time.
Every day.
Every nanosecond.
Do me a favor.
Hmm?
Don't ever leave me again.
"Orlando, Parsons, Peterson, Platt, Porter..."
Wait a minute... Paris.
Where's Tom Paris?
Computer, access service record
of Starfleet officer Thomas Eugene Paris.
"Convicted of treason.
"Sentenced to 18 months
"at the New Zealand penal settlement.
"Paroled on Stardate 48702.
Last reported whereabouts: Marseilles, France."
Harry?
It's 4:00 in the morning.
What are you doing?
Oh, I couldn't sleep,
so I thought I'd catch up on some work.
When are you going to tell me what's going on?
There's nothing going on, okay?
You're not a very good liar, Harry.
You've been acting strange all day
and I'm not the only one who's worried about you.
Lieutenant Lasca called this afternoon.
He said he's never seen you so agitated.
So don't tell me there's nothing going on.
Libby...
it's hard to explain right now,
and I do want to tell you, but I need you to trust me.
I do trust you.
I love you.
That's why I'm marrying you.
I would hope you would have the same trust in me.
All right.
This...
this is going to sound a little crazy
from your perspective,
but I am not who you think I am.
Oh?
All of this...
it's not supposed to be happening.
I don't belong here.
If you're having second thoughts
about getting married, why didn't you just say so?
You don't understand.
What I'm trying to say is...
I'm from another reality.
Another reality.
That's right.
Harry, you're starting to scare me.
I know.
I'm scared, too.
Maybe you should talk to a Counselor,
a neurologist.
There may be something wrong with you.
I will.
But there's someone else I need to see first.
Where are you going?
Marseilles, France.
What for?
I've got to see Paris.
But you just said...
you were going to Marseilles.
It's a long story.
Trust me.
Okay?
Okay.
Hey, watch it, will you?
I'm trying to set up a shot here.
Tom.
Who the hell are you?
You don't know me, do you?
Sure. We were at the Academy together, right?
No.
Oh. Well, it must have been the Exeter.
We served on the Exeter together?
Try Voyager.
Ah... Voyager.
Well, sorry to disappoint you, but...
I never set foot on that ship.
And I can't say that I'm sorry, considering what happened to it.
You know about the mission to the Badlands?
Oh, yeah.
Captain Janeway asked
if I'd help her track down that Maquis ship
in exchange for an early release from the penal colony.
But you said no?
Are you kidding?
I said yes.
Sounded better than Starfleet Rehab.
Anyway, I got as far
as Deep Space Nine, where I got into a bar fight with a Ferengi
and I was thrown into the brig
by a very unpleasant shape-shifter.
Janeway tried to get me released,
but my parole was revoked by Starfleet Command.
Voyager left without me.
That Ferengi, was he trying to sell you Lobi crystals?
Yeah.
How do you know about that?
Because I was there...
in my reality anyway.
Tom, I know this is going to sound crazy,
but I was on Voyager, and so were you.
You never got into a bar fight with that Ferengi.
You stopped him from selling me Lobi crystals,
and you did lead us into the Badlands.
You're right. That does sound crazy.
Something's happened.
Somehow, reality has been changed...
a temporal anomaly, an alien influence...
I can't explain how.
All I know is that it's true.
I was in a shuttlecraft, heading back to Voyager
and then... I woke up here, on Earth.
What is it you want?
Come with me to Starfleet Headquarters.
Help me run a computer simulation
of what happened on that shuttle.
You're the best pilot I've ever seen,
and if anyone can figure it out, it's you.
God...
you... you had me there for a minute.
You really did, but then you blew it.
What are you talking about?
You're not getting me
to set foot inside Starfleet Headquarters.
So you tell whatever Admiral or Captain who sent you
that I'm not interested
in being another pawn in one of their games.
It's not a game!
Oh, it isn't?
Oh, that's a shame.
I like games.
You once told me
that you used to treat life like one big game:
rules, players...
winners, losers.
You never took any of it seriously,
until you lost.
You know, you're starting to annoy me.
You also told me you were afraid of what would happen to you
if you didn't take Captain Janeway up on her offer.
Now I see why.
What do you see...
Ensign?
A loser...
and a drunk.
I guess, in this reality,
that's all you'll ever be.
What's going on?
Harry, just relax.
Why does everyone say "relax"
when they're about to do something terrible?
Starfleet knows what you've been doing.
Which is what, exactly?
Breaking into classified files,
using forged security access codes.
I haven't forged anything.
And I can explain.
That's why we're here.
We're going to take you back to Starfleet Headquarters.
They want to ask you a few questions.
Harry, please... just go with them.
Tell them what you told me.
Everything will be all right.
I don't think I have a choice at the moment.
I'll see you later.
You claim to have Voyager security protocols
because you were an officer on Voyager.
Yes, sir.
Lost in the Delta Quadrant.
Yes, sir.
And Ensign Daniel Byrd...
you say that he's taken your place on that ship?
Yes, sir.
And this is all because...
reality has been changed somehow?
Yes, sir.
But you don't have a single shred of evidence
to back up your claims.
Harry...
I don't doubt for a minute
that you believe you're telling the truth,
but we have to consider all the possibilities.
Like what?
Like you could be delusional,
or you could've had your memory centers altered,
so that you think what you're saying is the truth,
or you could be an alien masquerading as Harry Kim.
That's crazy.
I am Harry Kim.
Check my DNA if you don't believe me.
Run a microcellular scan
of my cerebral cortex to see if my memory's been altered.
Everything I'm saying is true.
Mr. Kim, why did you travel
to Marseilles, France, this morning?
I... went to look up an old friend.
You have poor taste in friends.
Thomas Paris is
a convicted traitor and a Maquis sympathizer.
Now, what did you talk about with him?
I tried to tell him what's happened.
I wanted his help.
His help... to run a shuttle simulation.
Why?
To figure out how I got here,
and how I can get back.
There must be a temporal anomaly somewhere, or...
You think I'm a spy, don't you?
You think I'm working for the Maquis.
We're here to find the truth, Ensign,
whatever that might be.
That's it.
I'm not answering any more questions
until I have legal counsel.
You have that right.
Harry, we want to help you, but try to understand.
What you are telling us doesn't make much sense.
All we know, so far,
is that you have been seen talking with a Maquis criminal
and you've broken into classified Starfleet records.
Until there is something else... something concrete...
those are the facts in this case,
and you have to admit the facts look pretty bad.
We will be monitoring your movements
until further notice.
I believe you know the restrictions...
no off-world travel...
and if you tamper with the anklet,
Security will be immediately alerted,
and you will be formally charged.
Do you understand?
Yes, Admiral.
We'll be spending a lot of time together, Ensign,
and I assure you, we will get to the bottom of this.
You're dismissed.
Troubles, Harry?
You could say that.
Let's have some coffee.
I was sent here to watch you...
to make sure that you were all right.
But now it's clear that you are not.
Who are you?
We exist in what you would call
a temporal inversion fold in the space-time matrix.
It's not necessary to understand.
It only matters that there was an accident.
Your shuttle intersected one of our time-streams
and... boom!
A few things were altered as the result of the accident.
History and events were scrambled a bit
and you ended up here.
Well, you've got to get me back.
Ah...
we don't know how.
What?
We only know that an accident occurred.
We don't know how or why.
Well, that's not good enough.
There's got to be something we can do.
Where is this time-stream of yours?
Maybe I can use it to get back.
Mm...
the time-stream weaves through the galaxy like a thread.
I could show you how to find it, and you could try to recreate
the conditions that existed before the accident
and fly back into it, but there's no guarantee
what will happen to you if you do.
What do you mean?
Well, you may be able to change reality again,
but there's no way to predict how it would change.
You could end up at any point in the space-time continuum.
You might return to your original reality,
or you might find yourself a billion years in the future,
or at some time before sentient life
even existed on your planet.
I guess I'll have to take that chance
because somehow I have to get back.
Are you so sure?
This is a pretty good place for you, Harry.
You have a wonderful job with Starfleet,
a beautiful woman who loves you.
Why be so quick to turn your back on all this?
Maybe this is your, uh... fate?
Isn't that the word your people use?
That thing which was meant to be?
Hmm?
Seems to me you're actually a very lucky man.
What about Danny Byrd?
He isn't so lucky.
And Tom Paris?
Fate wasn't so kind to him.
No.
It isn't supposed to be this way.
I'm supposed to be on Voyager in the Delta Quadrant,
and that's where I have to go.
Very well.
This will tell you where the time-stream
intersects this region of space.
That's as much as I can do for you.
Thanks.
Good luck, Harry Kim of Voyager.
You're going to need it.
Unless, of course, you decide to stay.
In which case, I'll see you in the morning, same time...
Vulcan mocha, extra sweet.
Libby...
I didn't hear you come in.
Obviously.
You're in enough trouble as it is.
What do you want them to do, put you in prison?
No...
I'm just trying to get back to where I belong.
Where you belong.
You used to say you belonged here with me.
But I guess everything's changed, hasn't it?
Look...
I know the last few days
must've been pretty tough on you...
Do you?
Do you really know what it's like
when the person you love suddenly changes?
It's still me... the guy who was
in your seat at the Ktarian music festival.
The guy who took three weeks
to work up the courage to ask you out.
The guy who still wakes up in the middle of the night
and says your name out loud, hoping you'll answer back.
But if you're really Harry,
you wouldn't be trying so hard to get away from me.
I'm not trying to get away from you.
I love you.
And I promise you
I want to stay here more than anything.
But I can't.
I don't understand.
I don't understand any of this.
I don't think anybody knows me as well as you do.
So you, of all people, should know
that once I've made up my mind about something,
I can't let it go.
In some ways...
it'd be a lot easier to forget about Voyager,
just settle in here and build a life...
but that wouldn't be me.
You wouldn't be getting the Harry Kim
you fell in love with.
Does that make any sense?
The tampering alarm.
Security will be here any second.
I better go.
I promise you, I'm going to try to get back.
It may take awhile,
and I may not make it, but I swear I will try.
Sorry.
Hold it!
Get up!
Excuse me.
There goes my bank shot.
What are you doing here?
Helping out a friend.
Let's go.
So how did you find me?
I still have a few friends at Starfleet.
They told me you were in some serious trouble.
Yeah. Starfleet thinks I'm a Maquis spy.
I know the feeling.
Those security anklets really chafe, don't they?
You're the last person I expected to help me.
Let's just say it's been a long time
since anybody gave a damn about my future, including me.
I don't know if I'm supposed
to be on Voyager like you've told me,
but it sounds a whole lot better than the life I have here.
I'm willing to take my chances, Ensign.
Call me Harry.
You always did.
Won't be long before they find us.
We better keep moving.
Wait, I found a way to get back to my reality.
The problem is I'll need a ship to do it.
I think I have access to a runabout,
but I'm going to have to break it out of Spacedock.
Sounds to me like you need a pilot.
Know anyone who's qualified?
I know someone who used to be pretty good,
and if I'm not mistaken, he still knows a few tricks.
I have an office at Starfleet Headquarters.
I think we can access
the runabout launch codes from there.
Site-to-site transporter.
With friends like mine,
you never know when it'll come in handy.
Where's your office?
Main complex, Level 6, Subsection 47.
I can beam us in, but we'll only have a few minutes
before Security starts kicking down the door.
Let's do it.
So, Harry, once we're on board the runabout,
what's the plan?
The alien said that if I recreate
the conditions of the accident and fly into the time-stream,
there's a chance I might be able to get back into my reality.
Might?
He couldn't give me any guarantees.
Security's just been alerted
to an unauthorized transport in the building.
It'll take them another 20 seconds
to track it to this office.
How are you coming?
Almost there.
I've bypassed the runabout security lock-outs.
They're onto us.
We've got to go.
Hold on. I've almost got it.
Now!
Overriding initialization codes.
Main power coming on line.
Let's get those engines going.
Powering up main fusion reactor.
Intruder alert.
Unauthorized launch in progress.
The space door is closing.
Warp core and main propulsion are on line.
Releasing docking clamps, moorings cleared.
Here we go.
We're clear.
I'm entering the coordinates
of the time-stream into the main computer.
Adjusting course to match. Going to full impulse.
We've got a starship on our tail... Nebula-class.
I'll try to lose them, Harry,
but they're a lot faster than we are.
Attention Runabout Yellowstone.
Power down your engines or we will open fire.
They're going to try
to do everything they can to stop us.
They think we're trying to steal this prototype.
They're closing to 5,000 kilometers.
Shields down to 70 percent!
50 percent!
29 percent!
I thought you said this ship was new and improved!
It is.
But it looks like they haven't finished working
on the defensive systems.
In fact, some of the safety interlocks
aren't even in place.
A few more of those hits and I don't...
We're losing antimatter containment.
Attempting to stabilize the field.
We're approaching the coordinates of the time-stream.
The containment field is weakening.
We could be looking at a core breach.
The ship's closing to 3,000 kilometers.
If we can't shake them off,
maybe we can slow them down a little.
This runabout is equipped
with tetryon plasma warp nacelles.
So?
Tetryon plasma emits multiflux gamma radiation.
It disrupts subspace.
We could vent the warp plasma.
The second they hit the plasma cloud,
their engines would stall,
give us a few seconds of breathing room.
Exactly.
Unlocking the warp drive manifold.
Venting drive plasma.
Any second...
They've dropped to one-tenth impulse.
Our containment field's at critical.
We'd better hurry.
All right, let's recreate my shuttle accident.
I think I was traveling at 140,000 kph.
You think?
Look, that was another lifetime.
I'm doing the best I can.
Increasing speed to 140,000 kph.
Now, I also remember running a polaron scan.
The scanning beam was sweeping at a radius
of half a million kilometers.
No, wait... a quarter million.
Activating polaron scan.
That should do it.
Approaching coordinates.
Impact in four...
three...
two...
Did we miss it?
We passed through the coordinates,
but the runabout was unaffected.
The starship has repowered its engines.
They'll be here in under a minute.
I have to get into that time-stream.
Wait a minute.
I'm forgetting something.
The emergency transport.
The last thing I remember hearing
was Captain Janeway's com voice.
She said she was trying to beam me off the shuttle.
That's it. I've got to beam off the ship.
Are you crazy?
We have to recreate all the conditions
of the accident, including that one.
We just lost antimatter containment.
25 seconds to core breach.
I've locked onto the time-stream.
Get on the transporter pad.
Not yet. The core's breaching.
We've got to shut it down first.
There's no time!
That ship'll be here in another 30 seconds!
In 15 seconds, this ship is going to explode.
You'll be killed.
Look! If you're right, then things will be
changed back to the way they're supposed to be,
and you'll find me back on Voyager.
And if I'm wrong, if this doesn't work,
you'll be blown up right here.
Go!
Voyager to Shuttlecraft Drake.
Prepare for emergency transport.
Mr. Kim, can you hear me?
We're attempting to lock onto you.
Harry?
Kim here, Captain.
Harry, we need you to drop your shields.
Stand by.
Shields down, Captain.
Lieutenant.
The anomaly is sending out heavy subspace distortions.
I can't get a positive lock on him.
The hull is starting to buckle under the stress.
He won't survive much longer.
Tuvok, can you boost the transporter signal?
Negative. The signal is at maximum gain.
Ten seconds to hull breach.
He's just out of reach.
B'Elanna, can you tie the transporter
directly into the main deflector dish.
Use it to extend the signal.
I'll try.
Hull breach in progress.
We've got him, Captain.
Mr. Chakotay, analyze the sensor logs.
I want to know what happened out there.
Aye, Captain.
Voyager to Transporter Room 2.
Are you all right, Mr. Kim?
I think so, Captain.
Is Lieutenant Paris there?
Yes, he's here. Why?
It's a long story.
I look forward to hearing it.
I'll be in my ready room.
We think your shuttlecraft
was caught in some kind of temporal anomaly.
A time-stream?
Yes, you could call it that.
I've already been briefed, Commander.
Welcome back.
Kind of a rough ride, huh?
What is it, Harry?
I owe you one.