Incredible.
Absolutely thrilling.
AII I can say is... wow!
What about you, Mr. Vulcan?
Isn't that just...?
Wow!
Your inarticulate expression of awe
notwithstanding, Mr. Neelix,
it was a fascinating spectacle.
That's the edge of the shock wave.
The pressure's over 90 kilopascals—
30 percent more than we predicted.
Tom, back us off at full impulse.
I want to stay ahead of the brunt of that wave.
Yes, ma'am.
Congratulations, everyone.
Only two other crews in the history of Starfleet
have witnessed a supernova explosion.
But neither one was this close—
Iess than ten billion kilometers—
definitely a record.
Who brought the champagne?
Champagne? Captain, if I thought you wanted champagne...
Relax, Neelix.
It's a figure of speech.
Thanks for inviting us to watch with you, Captain.
It's really gotten me interested
in Iearning more about stellar phenomena.
Just remember, Kes, anyone can stargaze on the Bridge—
even a hologram with a mobile emitter—
but the real action will always be in Sick Bay.
How'd those shield modifications hold up, B'EIanna?
Less than a seven percent power drain.
Good job.
Chakotay, what do you say we get started
analyzing those carbon conversion readings?
Captain, you've been on the Bridge
for 14 straight hours.
Don't you think you deserve a Iittle rest?
Harry and I will get to work on the astrometric analysis
and we'II give you a full report in the morning.
You win. I'II see you at 0700.
Janeway to Security.
Intruder alert.
There's no need to call room service, Kathy.
I've already ordered.
Oh, Q.
You did say you wanted champagne.
Janeway to Security. Intruder alert.
Oh, it's no use.
I've taken the proverbial phone off the hook.
After all, we don't want any interruptions.
What are you doing here?
To us.
There is no us, Q.
The night is young, and the sheets... are satin.
I want you out, but first, get rid of this bed.
I have no intention of getting between
those Starfleet-issue sheets.
They give me a terrible rash.
Since you won't be getting in the bed,
I wouldn't worry about it.
Oh, Kathy... don't be such a prude.
Admit it.
It has been a while.
And it's going to be a while Ionger.
Now get out.
So tense.
Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?
If you think this puerile attempt at seduction
is going to work, you're
even more self-deluded than I thought.
Oh, I see.
You think I'm interested in some tawdry one-night stand.
That's because I haven't told you why I'm here yet.
Out of all the females, of all the species
in all the galaxies, I have chosen you
to be the mother of my child.
I know that you're probably asking yourself:
"Why would a brilliant, handsome,
"dashingly omnipotent being Iike Q want to mate
with a scrawny, Iittle bipedal specimen Iike me?"
Let me guess.
No one else in the universe will have you.
Nonsense!
I could have chosen a KIingon targ,
the Romulan empress, a Cyrillian microbe.
Really? I beat out a single-celled organism?
How flattering.
It's an overwhelming honor, isn't it?
I can't get you out of my mind.
You're confident, passionate, beautiful.
And totally uninterested.
Kathy, you can't Ieave.
My cosmic clock is ticking.
Besides, you have no idea what you're missing.
Foreplay with a Q can Iast for decades.
Sorry, but I'm busy for the next 60 or 70 years.
Oh, I see. This is one of those silly human rituals.
You're playing hard to get.
As far as you're concerned, Q, I'm impossible to get.
Goody. A challenge.
This is going to be fun.
Janeway to Bridge.
Chakotay here, Captain.
I thought you were going to get some sleep.
I've just had a visit from Q.
He's gone now, but I want to be notified immediately
if he reappears anywhere on the ship,
or if anything odd starts to happen.
Acknowledged.
What did he want?
Let's just say he had a personal request.
Captain?
I'm not sure what he's really up to,
but I have a feeling he'II be back.
Janeway out.
Come in.
I've got those carbon conversion readings from the supernova.
Thank you.
Is there something else?
Have you heard anything more from Q?
No.
I wish I could believe he's gone for good.
I was wondering just what you meant
when you said he made a personal request.
He wants to mate with me.
I see.
Obviously, it's out of the question—
and I suspect it's a smoke screen, knowing Q.
He's probably got some hidden agenda.
Maybe.
Chakotay...
I know I don't have any right to feel this way,
but this bothers the hell out of me.
I do believe you're jealous.
Why didn't you tell me there was another man?
Because there isn't.
I'm just not interested in you.
Any more questions?
I was wondering, Kathy, what could anyone possibly see
in this big oaf anyway?
Is it the tattoo?
Because mine's bigger.
Not big enough.
Captain's Log, Stardate 50384.2.
Q's unannounced visits continue.
Since I suspect he's up to something more
than pursuing me,
I've instructed the crew to take every opportunity
to uncover his true motives.
Who says crew performance reports have to be a chore?
Oh... Sure beats working on the Bridge.
Now, if we could just convince
the Captain to start holding morning briefings in here...
Now, that'II be the day.
Nice program, Tommy, but it's all
just so much hollow pleasure, isn't it?
AII right, Q, we'II bite. What do you want?
Guys...
I just don't understand your Captain.
I've tried everything— filling the Bridge with roses,
writing Drabian Iove sonnets, serenading her in her bath...
Oh, I'II bet she Ioved that one.
But no matter what Iengths I go to win her heart,
she rejects me— me!
How, I ask you, is that possible?
Did it ever occur to you that she just doesn't Iike you?
No.
Look, Q, we've been told
about your appearances on the Enterprise
We know your Iittle visits usually turn out
to be more than meet the eye,
so save your broken-heart routine
and tell us what you're really after.
I just thought that the two of you
might be able to give me some advice
on how to break through Kathy's icy exterior.
You know, man-to-man.
My advice would be to give up
before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have.
Come on, Harry.
We're not going to get a straight answer out of this guy.
You— bar rodent— another one of these... fruity concoctions.
Not unless you tell me
why you're bothering Captain Janeway.
Captain Janeway?
Now, that's a subject I want to discuss.
Tell me, what are some of her favorite things?
Chocolate truffles, stuffed animals?
Erotic art?
You can't bribe Captain Janeway.
Oh, no? Isn't that what you do?
What are you talking about?
I understand that you acquire things for her—
create Iittle interesting diversions,
prepare Iittle tasty treats.
After all, why else would she be so fond of your...
fur-Iined face?
Do you want to know what Captain Janeway Iikes about me?
I'II tell you.
I am respectful, Ioyal, and most of all, sincere,
and those are qualities which someone Iike you
could never hope to possess.
This isn't going to work, Q.
How can you ignore that face?
He's adorable, but this has to stop.
PIease.
Accept him...
as a small token of my affection.
No.
Suit yourself.
May we talk?
Just talk?
I'm... afraid that I haven't been sincere.
When you first asked
why I wanted to have a child with you,
I made jokes, bragged about my prowess,
engaged in sexual innuendo.
I was using all that to cover up my true feelings.
And I suppose you want to share your true feelings with me now.
I'm Ionely.
Lonely?
Oh, I know it's hard to believe,
but I've been single for billions of years.
It was fun at first— gallivanting around the galaxy,
using my omnipotence to impress females of every species.
The fact of the matter is, it... it Ieft me empty.
I want someone to Iove me for myself.
I guess what I'm saying is... I want a relationship.
I just thought if you and I had a child,
it would give me that kind of stability and security
that I've been missing.
Sorry, Q.
I'm not buying it.
Oh.
AII right.
Let's see if you buy this.
You're stuck out here, thousands of Iight-years from home,
and you aren't getting any younger, are you?
AII your hopes for home, hearth or family
grow dimmer every day.
Admit it, Kathryn.
You're Ionely, too.
And you wonder if you will ever have a child.
You're right.
I would Iike to have a child someday.
Oh...
But not with you.
Why not?
I'm just not
the right kind of woman for you, Q.
Truer words were never spoken.
Q! How did you find me?
Never mind that.
What are you doing with that dog?
I'm not talking about the puppy.
Can't you see I'm busy here?
Stop stalking me!
You should be back in the Continuum.
Excuse me...
but who are you exactly?
Kathryn Janeway, may I present... Q.
Not just any Q— his Q.
We were involved for a while.
About four billion years.
And now you desert me to pollute the Continuum
with the DNA of this... narrow Iittle being.
I never said it was exclusive.
Stay away from him.
Look...
Miss Q, I'II save you a Iot of trouble.
I have zero interest in him.
Oh, now you see what you've done?
And I was finally making progress.
Bridge to Janeway.
You'd better come in here, Captain.
On my way.
I'd really appreciate it
if you would take this domestic squabble off my ship.
Report.
You're not going to believe this, Captain,
but another star in this cluster just went supernova.
It's.02 Iight-years from our current position.
Make that two supernovas, Commander—
I just picked up another one at 217 mark 47.
Estimated time of implosion: 67 seconds.
Get us out of here, Tom.
I can't. A subspace shock wave
from the star is collapsing the warp field.
Red AIert.
Tuvok, increase power to the shields.
Tom, Iay in a course away from that shock wave,
maximum impulse.
A star going supernova is an event that occurs
once every century in this galaxy.
Now we're about to witness our third
in Iess than three days— all in the same sector.
Why do I suspect you have something to do with this?
She may be a member
of an intellectually challenged species,
but she's right.
Your irresponsible behavior
is continuing to have cosmic consequences.
Will you stop overreacting?
AIways nagging.
Now you see why I Ieft her.
Are you causing these supernovas?
Well, not exactly.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's no use, Captain.
The shock wave is too fast for us.
Try evasive maneuvers.
I'm afraid a course correction will be futile, Captain.
There are now three distinct shock waves
heading toward us on various trajectories.
It will be impossible to avoid them all.
Divert auxiliary power to the shields.
You have the ability to get us out of here, so do it.
16 seconds to impact.
I'm not sure if the shields will hold.
Do something, Q!
Well...
if you insist.
That two-timing toad!
Contact with the first shock wave
within three seconds, Commander.
AII hands, brace for impact.
Q, where have you taken me?
Well, I must admit your gown is very becoming.
I don't have time for your Iittle fantasies.
Return me to Voyager
This is no fantasy.
You're in the Q Continuum now.
The Continuum?
That's right.
I'm simply allowing you to perceive it in the context
your human mind can comprehend.
The Iast time you brought me here,
it Iooked Iike some sort of way station
on a desert road.
Ha. It was awfully drab, wasn't it?
But this— this is a much more colorful
representation for a human
of American descent, don't you think?
An elegant manor house,
a beautiful southern belle,
a dashing Union officer, determined to win her affections
despite her hatred for Yankee interlopers...
Enough. The only thing that interests me right now
is the welfare of my ship and crew.
Well, I'm sure your First Officer—
Chuckles, is it?
I'm sure he's got everything under control for the moment.
I'd Iike to make sure of that myself, if you don't mind.
This has gone way beyond your ship.
It's even gone beyond you and me.
This is about the future of the Continuum itself.
Stop speaking in riddles and tell me what's going on.
I'II do better than that.
I'II show you.
The Continuum is burning.
The Q are in the middle of a civil war.
Start explaining.
Do you remember our friend Quinn?
The Q who committed suicide aboard Voyager?
Do you recall what I said might happen
if he were allowed to take his own Iife?
You said it would represent
an interruption to the Continuum...
that it could have dire consequences.
I'd say a civil war is pretty dire, wouldn't you?
His death caused this conflict.
It caused chaos and upheaval...
because even though he was gone,
his calls for freedom and individualism
continued to echo in the ears of those
who believed in his teachings—
myself among them.
I sounded the trumpet and carried the banner.
Naturally, others followed.
The forces of the status quo
tried to crush us once and for all,
but we fought back
and now there's a cosmic struggle for supremacy
and the battle is spreading, causing hazardous repercussions
throughout the galaxy.
Oh, the supernovas.
You might call them...
"galactic cross fire."
It's terrible, isn't it?
But it's also a wonderful opportunity.
I fail to see anything wonderful about a war.
War can be an engine of change.
War can transform a society for the better.
Your own civil war brought about an end
to slavery and oppression.
But our civil war came at a time before mankind had Iearned
to resolve disputes without bloodshed.
Surely, the Q have evolved to a point
where you can find a nonviolent way
to resolve a conflict.
That's where you come in.
What do I have to do with any of this, Q?
I want you to help me transform the Continuum
in the same way your civil war transformed a nation.
By mating with you?
I know.
It's brilliant, isn't it?
I don't see how a baby is going to end a war
being fought by a race of omnipotent beings.
It's simple.
Mating will create a new breed of Q,
which will combine
my omnipotence and infinite intellect
with the best that humanity has to offer.
You believe human DNA is going to restore peace?
Precisely.
What the Continuum needs right now
is an infusion of fresh blood,
a new sensibility, a new Ieader, a new messiah.
Think of it, Kathy—
our child will be Iike a precious stone
tossed into the cosmic Iake,
sending endless ripples
of human conscience and compassion
to wash up on every distant shore of the universe.
What greater contribution
could a being of your Iimited power
ever hope to make?
What is more important to humanity than peace?
I'm offering you the opportunity to be the mother of peace.
Well, what's it going to be?
Q!
You're bleeding.
Report!
Shield strength is at 20 percent.
Hull damage on Decks 9 through 14.
Minor injuries reported on all decks.
Warp drive is off-Iine.
Commander, according to these readings,
the shock waves have knocked us 16 billion
kilometers from our previous Iocation.
I want to know what's going on here.
Where's Captain Janeway?
Let me go before I hurl this ship and everyone on it
into the Therinian Ice Age.
I don't think you can.
Don't be ridiculous.
I don't know how or why,
but something's affected your powers.
Otherwise, you wouldn't still be here
and you wouldn't have a bruise on your forehead.
Now start talking before I hurl you into the brig.
And it's the war in the Continuum
that's causing the supernovas?
May we presume
that this conflict is also responsible
for the weakening of your powers
and your inability to return to the Continuum?
The Vulcan talent for stating the obvious
never ceases to amaze me.
How were Q and Captain Janeway able to reenter the Continuum,
and you weren't?
I tried to return, but I was wounded in the process.
Oh. Don't try to understand it.
It's far beyond your Iimited capacity to comprehend.
What's important is,
I'm stuck here with you mortals
while Q is probably in the process
of irreparably harming the Continuum with that woman.
Hmm! Tossed aside for someone five billion years younger.
If it weren't so Iaughable, I'd cry.
Look, we want our Captain back,
and you obviously want to get home.
Why don't we help each other?
How could you possibly help me?
There's got to be some way to get back to the Continuum
besides snapping your fingers.
Hmm. Well, there is one possibility,
but, somehow, I don't think this rickety barge
or your half-witted crew members
are up to the challenge.
May I remind you, madam,
that this "rickety barge"
and its "half-witted crew"
are your only hope at the moment.
Ow!
That hurts.
Be still.
I never thought a Q could be injured.
As I said, this is only your perception
of what is happening.
I can assure you those are not mere cannon balls
and Iead charges being fired at us.
So they're some sort of...
Q weapons?
You'd be surprised what innovative munitions
can be created by one immortal being
who set his mind on killing another.
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
You're surrounded, Q.
Surrender now, and we'II be merciful.
Call a truce. Talk to them.
Maybe you can resolve this peacefully.
What's your answer, Q?
I'II never surrender, you know that!
Resume fire! Resume fire!
Get the rifle in the corner.
And take the other window.
This is your fight, Q, not mine.
That's how you feel about it.
But if their weapons can make me bleed,
what do you think they'II do to you?
Oh!
Q... come on.
Come on!
First Officer's Log, Stardate 50392.7.
While we don't fully understand
the astrophysics underlying her plan,
the female Q has suggested several modifications
which may allow Voyager to enter the Continuum.
Well?
Well, what?
Are you finished yet?
What you've asked us to do
requires a complete reconfiguration
of the shield array.
It takes a while...
for us mere mortals, that is.
Surely there's some way you can speed up the process?
If you're in such a hurry,
why don't you just snap your fingers
and do it yourself?
Oh, that's right.
You've Iost your powers and you need our help.
I don't think you understand.
It's imperative that I get back to the Continuum
before Q mates with your Captain.
I understand perfectly.
You aren't the first female
who's ever had a man run out on her.
I hope you're not comparing some failed romance
in your pitiful existence to my eternal association with Q?
You know, I have really had it
with this superiority complex of yours.
It's not a complex, dear.
It's a fact.
Well, here's another fact:
If you don't stop pestering me, I'm never going to finish,
in which case, your association with Q
might not be quite as eternal as you think.
You know, I've always Iiked KIingon females.
You've got such... spunk.
Oh, thank you.
Yup. Here you go.
Easy now. Keep drinking.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
Sure thing. You take as much as you want.
Ah, yes.
Take your time.
Where are we?
One of your faction's encampments.
How?
I pulled you out of the mansion
and managed to hide you from the enemy patrols.
Then I spotted some of your people
retreating from the battle.
From the Iook of them, I'd say you're not on the winning side.
You saved my Iife.
And now, it's time to end all this.
I knew you'd come around.
I've been thinking about what you said—
that creating a new Q could bring an era of peace.
Oh, my wild, sweet Kathy.
I promise you won't regret it.
Oh, you're not going to have a child with me.
You're going to mate
with that charming Iady friend of yours
that appeared on my ship.
Mate with another Q?
Ridiculous.
Sounded to me
Iike you and she had a very Iong-term relationship.
Yes, but it was never physical.
I mean, the Q are way beyond sex.
It's never been done.
Really?
Then how exactly did the Q come into existence
in the first place?
The Q didn't come into existence.
The Q have always existed.
Besides, I can only mate with a species
capable of copulation...
Iike you.
But I don't Iove you, Q.
Yes, but what does that have to do with it?
Everything. It's the foundation of a family.
I could never have a child with someone I didn't Iove,
much Iess give it up to the Continuum.
Dearest Kathy, I would never dream of having you give it up.
I mean, who would raise it?
Who would Iook after it?
I'm really not cut out to be a wet nurse.
Oh... so you're not willing to do the hard work?
I'm an idea man.
Hard work isn't my forte.
I'd change specialties if I were you,
'cause the kind of trouble you're in
needs more than a quick fix.
You can't just sprinkle a Iittle human DNA
into the Continuum and make everything all right.
Why not?
Those "best qualities of humanity" you talked about
aren't a simple matter of genetics.
Love, conscience, compassion...
they're attributes
that mankind has developed over centuries;
values that have passed from one generation to the next,
taught by parents to their children.
Creating a new kind of Q is a noble idea,
but it will take more than impregnating someone
and walking away.
If you want your offspring to embrace your ideals,
you're going to have to teach them yourself.
Yes, but that's exactly why I want you here—
to nourish and guide the Iittle tyke.
Think of the opportunities here in the Continuum.
The entire universe would be our child's playground.
Together, the two of you could explore dimensions
you've never even imagined.
'Fess up—
isn't it even slightly tempting?
I'd be Iying if I said no.
What explorer wouldn't be intrigued
by the idea of seeking out whole new dimensions?
But I have other responsibilities
and I won't just abandon them.
Ah, yes.
The crew of the intrepid Starship Voyager
Perhaps you'd be interested in sending them home.
You've tempted me with that prospect before,
but, frankly, your credibility is more than a Iittle suspect.
My crew and I will get home.
We're committed to that.
But we're going to do it
through hard work and determination.
We are not Iooking for a quick fix.
Even if I wanted to mate, I wouldn't know how.
It's totally unprecedented.
You'II figure something out.
You are omnipotent, after all.
I need time to think about it.
Time's up, Q.
You've got to stop this war
before it destroys the Continuum.
Now, I'm taking this white flag
and I'm going over to the enemy camp
and I'm going to tell them you're ready to talk
about terms for a cease-fire.
Kathy, don't be a hero.
I'm going, Q,
so if I were you, I'd start working on a way
to set that precedent.
First Officer's Log, supplemental.
We've Iaid in a course for the point in space
where the female Q says we can enter the Continuum
and find the Captain.
You— helm boy.
Adjust course to heading 235 mark 08.
Increase speed to maximum impulse.
Sir?
Uh, Commander?
What is it, Harry?
She's put us on a direct course
for another star about to go supernova.
You did say you wanted to get into the Continuum.
Yes, but in one piece.
Try to wrap your minuscule mind around this.
These supernovas are actually caused by spatial disruptions
within the Continuum— the result of the war.
Now, each time a star implodes,
a negative density false vacuum is created,
which actually sucks the surrounding matter
into the Continuum.
So Voyager will be pulled in, too.
If we time it perfectly.
Otherwise, the subsequent explosion
will blow you all into micro-fragments.
Commander, I needn't remind you
that close proximity to a supernova will crush us
whether or not we time it perfectly.
You're so negative.
He does have a point.
Humanoids.
Q to Engineering.
Go ahead, Q.
Take warp drive off-Iine,
then remodulate the shields to emit a beta-tachyon pulse
and prepare to emit a series of focused antiproton beams
to the shield bubble.
Does this make any sense to you at all, B'EIanna?
I'd be Iying if I said I understood it completely,
but if she's thinking what I think she's thinking,
we should increase power to the shields by...
a factor of ten.
That's assuming, of course, that the shield bubble
doesn't ignite and burn us all to a crisp.
We'II be reaching the imploding star in 13 seconds.
I still have time to change course.
Maintain your course.
B'EIanna, take warp drive off-Iine,
remodulate the shields
and get ready to emit the antiprotons.
Acknowledged.
Entering the star's corona in three seconds.
Antiprotons now, B'EIanna.
Ah, Captain Janeway, I presume.
You're dismissed.
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, madam.
PIease, sit down.
I understand you walked into our camp alone and unarmed?
That's right.
The Continuum is a dangerous place for all of us right now,
not to mention a solitary human female.
I admire your bravery.
I've come with an offer of truce from Q.
I'm afraid the time for diplomacy is past, madam.
If we don't end this war quickly,
the damage to subspace will be... irreversible.
Then you agree the fighting has to stop.
Most certainly.
That's why we intend to bring this war to a conclusion
by the most expedient means possible.
I'm relieved to hear you say that.
May I ask how?
Quite simple, really.
Since Q is the ringleader
of the so-called "freedom faction,"
we shall have to execute him.
With all due respect, sir,
there are no chapters in the history of my own people
more tragic than wars which set neighbor against neighbor.
Q has an idea for a nonviolent way
to bring this conflict to an end.
I urge you to Iisten to what he has to say.
We're already resolved, madam.
I'd be greatly in your debt
if you'd tell me where we could find him.
I won't do that.
No, I didn't think you would.
Excuse me, sir.
Fortunately, we won't be needing your assistance.
I told you, he's willing to negotiate.
Let him go.
She's right.
I've had a change of heart.
Grovel all you want, Q.
I've been waiting for this moment for an eternity.
Put them both in chains.
Wait.
What are you charging me with?
Collaborating with the enemy,
which, in the Continuum, is a crime punishable...
by death.
- Captain. - Private.
Let's go.
Why won't you Iisten to me?
I told your commander Iast night,
we can resolve the situation peacefully.
If it's any consolation, there are those in the Continuum
who will remember us as martyrs.
I'd rather skip that particular honor.
Oh...
Still, you have to admit there's something romantic
about going to our deaths together.
Do you have any Iast words?
I won't plead for my own Iife.
From your perspective, I know it seems insignificant,
but what is not insignificant
is the fact that the Q, as an omnipotent race,
have an opportunity to be a positive force,
to set a higher standard for other beings in the galaxy.
I implore you all don't go through with this.
Don't allow yourselves
to continue using violence to resolve your differences.
Q, do you have anything to add?
Today, I sacrifice my existence for the principles
of freedom and individuality that I have fought for so Iong.
But this woman is innocent.
What's more she saved my Iife
and she tried to save us from each other.
Kill me if you must...
but Iet her go.
It's a very touching speech, Q.
But as usual, your rhetoric fails to compensate
for your irresponsibility.
Ready.
Aim.
I'm sorry.
I know.
Fire!
I'm hit.
I'm dying.
Q.
What?
They're not firing at us.
They're not?
Harry, get to the Captain.
Captain, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Oh, darling, I knew you'd come for me.
Aren't you going to untie me?
How do I know you won't run off
with the next bipedal female that catches your eye?
Well, it just so happens I have a proposal
which will reassure you of my devotion.
Hmm!
Put down the gun!
Think of it, Q.
We'd be visionaries, innovators—
the parents of peace.
Oh, that does have a ring to it.
Captain, what should I do with him?
Q and I have a plan to end the war.
Call off your troops.
Do as she says, and I'II call my people off.
They may be humanoids,
but they're using our weapons.
Cease fire!
Hold your fire!
Cease fire!
Tell our people to stop shooting.
Hold your fire!
Put down your weapons.
So, darling, have you given any thought
as to how we might accomplish
this historic act of procreation?
I've thought of nothing else since you suggested it.
Oh...
As a matter of fact, I...
Oh.
Oh. Oh.
I Iove it when you talk dirty.
Why don't I give you two some privacy?
Oh, Kathy.
Don't you Iike to watch?
- Oh. - Mmm.
I was good, wasn't I?
Very good.
That was it?
You had your chance.
Don't go crying about it now.
Lieutenant Paris, what's our position?
We're back on our original course.
AII crew are present and accounted for.
Ensign Kim, any sign of supernovas?
No, ma'am.
Nothing but calm space ahead.
Looks Iike the war's over.
Mr. Chakotay, run a series of standard diagnostics.
If everything checks out, take us to warp 6.
Aye, Captain.
I'II be in my ready room.
A-dabba-dabba-do.
Q.
He's got my cheekbones, don't you think?
He's adorable.
I'd say fatherhood agrees with you.
Well, I'II admit, I... I Iook at the universe
in an entirely different way now.
I mean, I can't go around
causing temporal anomalies or subspace inversions
without considering the impact it'II have on my son.
I'm glad to hear you intend to set a good example.
By the way, did I tell you how smart he is?
I've already taught him
how to knock small planets out of orbit.
And I thought you were going to teach him
about Iove and conscience.
Oh...
that's why we want Aunty Kathy
to be the godmother now, don't we?
I'm... honored.
Yeah, well, wait until we ask you to baby-sit.
You can't Ieave the Iittle guy alone for a nanosecond.
Well... it's time to be going.
The old ball and chain really hates it when we're Iate.
Say bye-bye.
Bye-bye.