Voyager to Drake. Prepare for emergency transport.
Mr Kim, can you hear me? We're attempting to lock onto 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.
You have a meeting. 0900, remember?
You've obsessed about it for a week.
I don't want the blame
because you were late for a meeting.
Get dressed and I'll make you breakfast.
Come on. The eggs are getting cold.
What's with you today?
The date. What's the date?
The date?
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 going back to Voyager.
We have a long day ahead. Could we play this game another time?
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 a simulation?
That's not funny, talking about Voyager like that.
The memorial service was two months ago.
Danny was your best friend. How can you joke?
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. You promised to bring me a model.
I'll hang it in my window.
I'll tell everyone you designed it and 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? Since you left the Academy. Eight months.
And you've seen me every day?
Well, not every day. You like to sleep late on Sunday.
- If I had your fiancée, I would, too. - Fiancée? We're getting married?
Yes. There were many mornings I woke up
and said the same thing when I was to marry.
But don't worry. It'll pass.
I don't think you've had a morning like this.
- Harry! Are you ready to go? - Where?
Very funny. We'd better get moving to catch the transport to Headquarters.
I'm not sure I can go. I don't feel well. Maybe I should go home.
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?
We need it to show we worked out the dilithium fracture problem.
I'm sorry.
Well, we'll just have to improvise.
Good morning. I have a meeting at 1100 with the head of security.
She doesn't like to be kept waiting. Let's get underway. Lieutenant Lasca?
Thank you, Admiral.
Ladies and gentlemen, the new runabout Yellowstone.
It has tetryon plasma warp nacelles
and is designed for a variety of mission profiles.
I looked over your specifications. It's an interesting design.
How do you propose to address the dilithium fracture problem?
- Tetryon plasma disrupts subspace. - I'm glad you asked that question, sir.
We worked on it for weeks and found an answer.
I'd like to introduce the man who designed the engines.
He is the most promising engineer to come out of the Academy in a while.
Ensign Harry Kim.
- Harry. - Is there a problem, Ensign?
Actually, sir, there is.
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.
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'd better be dying.
I guess I'm pretty good.
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.
Were there any temporal anomalies
in the space-time continuum 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 3 or above is required to access files.
No problem. It's my ship, or at least I thought it was.
'Security authorisation 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.
You don't look sick to me. Coming home to visit Libby?
To be young! Don't worry. I'll keep your secret.
Thanks. I know this is going to sound strange,
but I forgot to look at the street number when I left
and I don't remember where I live.
- Could you... - Tell you where you live?
Are you playing a prank on your old pal Cosimo?
No, like I said, I haven't been feeling well
and... everything's kind of foggy.
OK. 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's going to be fine. Trust me.
Hello? Who's there?
- It's just me, Libby. - Harry?
Are you OK?
- 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 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.
OK.
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.
Sounds lonely.
You can't imagine.
Tell me something.
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 favour.
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. 18 months at the New Zealand Penal Settlement.
"Paroled on stardate 48702.
"Last reported whereabouts, Marseille, France."
Harry? It's 4:00 in the morning. What are you doing?
I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd catch up on some work.
When will you tell me what's going on?
- There's nothing going on, OK? - You're not a very good liar, Harry.
You've been acting strange all day.
I'm not the only one who's worried. Lieutenant Lasca called this afternoon.
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 hope you have the same trust in me.
All right. This...
This will sound crazy from your perspective,
but I am not who you think I am.
All of this, it's not supposed to be happening.
I don't belong here.
If you're having second thoughts about getting married, just say so.
You don't understand. What I'm saying is...
...I'm from another reality.
- Another reality? - That's right.
You're starting to scare me.
- I know. I'm scared too. - Talk to a counsellor, a neurologist.
Maybe something's wrong with you.
I will, but there's someone else I need to see first.
- Where are you going? - Marseille, France.
- What for? - I've got to see Paris.
But you just said you were going to Marseille.
It's a long story.
Trust me. OK?
OK.
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.
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.
I can't say I'm sorry, considering what happened.
You know about the Badlands mission?
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.
It sounded better than Starfleet Rehab.
Anyway, I got as far as Deep Space 9,
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 fought that Ferengi.
You stopped him selling me Lobi crystals
and you led 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.
You're the best pilot. If anyone can figure it out, it's you.
You had me there for a minute.
- You really did, but then you blew it. - What are you talking about?
I'm not setting foot inside Starfleet Headquarters.
You tell whichever admiral sent you
that I'm not interested in being a 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 said you were afraid of what would happen
if you didn't take 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 say relax when you're about to do something terrible?
- Starfleet knows what you've done. - Which is what?
Broken into classified files, used forged security codes.
I haven't forged anything. And I can explain.
We're here 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.
I'll see you later.
You claim to have security protocols as 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 any evidence to back up your claims.
Harry, I don't doubt for a minute that you believe you're telling the truth.
- We have to consider all possibilities. - Like what?
Like you could be delusional.
Or your memory centres were altered so you think what you're saying is true.
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 scan of my cerebral cortex to see if my memory's been altered.
Everything I'm saying is true.
Why did you travel to Marseille this morning?
- I went to look up an old friend. - You have poor taste in friends.
Paris is a convicted traitor and a Maquis sympathiser.
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, whatever that might be.
That's it! I'm not answering any more questions until I have legal counsel.
You have that right.
We want to help you, but try to understand.
What you are telling us makes no sense.
You have been seen talking with a Maquis criminal
and you've broken into classified Starfleet records.
Until there is something concrete, those are the facts in this case.
And you have to admit, the facts look pretty bad.
We will monitor your movements until further notice.
You know the restrictions. No off-world travel
and if you tamper with the anklet, you will be formally charged.
Do you understand?
Yes, Admiral.
We'll spend a lot of time together
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 you were all right.
- But now it's clear you are not. - Who are you?
We exist in what you 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 timestreams and boom!
A few things were altered as a result.
History and events were scrambled a bit and you ended up here.
Well, you've got to get me back.
- We don't know how. - What?
We only know that an accident occurred. We don't know how or why.
That's not good enough. There's got to be something we can do.
Where is this timestream? Maybe I can use it to get back.
The timestream weaves through the galaxy like a thread.
I could show you how to find it.
Recreate the conditions that existed before and fly into it,
but there's no guarantee what will happen.
What do you mean?
You may change reality, but there's no way to predict how it would change
and where you end up in the space-time continuum.
You might return to your original reality, or 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, a beautiful woman who loves you.
Why be so quick to turn your back on all this?
Maybe this is your... fate. Isn't that the word your people use?
That thing which was meant to be?
It 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.
It tells you where the timestream intersects this region.
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.
You're in enough trouble as it is. Do you want them to 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. - Look.
- I know the last few days were tough. - Do you?
Do you 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.
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 get the Harry Kim you fell in love with.
Does that make any sense?
The tampering alarm. Security will be here any second. I'd better go.
I promise you, I'm going try to get back.
It may take a while 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.
- How did you find me? - Friends at Starfleet.
- They told me you were in trouble. - Starfleet thinks I'm a Maquis spy.
I know the feeling. Those security anklets really chafe.
You're the last person I expected to help me.
It's been a while since anybody gave a damn about my future, including me.
I don't know if I'm supposed to be on Voyager,
but it sounds better than my life here. I'm willing to take my chances, Ensign.
Call me Harry. You always did.
Won't be long before they find us. Better keep moving.
Wait. I found a way to get back to my reality.
But I'll need a ship. I think I have access to a runabout,
but I have to break it out of space dock.
- Sounds like you need a pilot. - Know anyone qualified?
I know someone who used to be good and still knows a few tricks.
I have an office. We can access the runabout launch codes there.
Site-to-site transporter.
It comes in handy. Where's your office?
Main complex, level 6, subsection 47.
I can beam us in, but we'll only have minutes before they kick 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 fly into the timestream,
I might be able to get back into my reality.
- Might? - He couldn't give me a guarantee.
Security's been alerted to an unauthorised transport.
It'll take 20 seconds to track it. How are you coming?
Almost there. I've bypassed the security lockouts.
- They're onto us. We've got to go. - I've almost got it.
Now!
Overriding initialisation codes.
- Main power coming on-line. - Let's get the engines going.
Powering up fusion reactor.
Intruder alert. Unauthorised launch in progress.
- Space doors closing. - Warp core and main propulsion on-line.
Releasing docking clamps. Moorings clear. Here we go.
We're clear.
I'm entering the coordinates 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 'em.
But they're faster than we are.
Attention, runabout Yellowstone. Power down your engines or we will open fire.
They think we're trying to steal this prototype.
They're closing to 5,000 kilometres.
Shields down to 70%.
50%.
- 29%. - I thought you said it was improved.
It is, but they haven't finished the defensive systems.
Some safety interlocks aren't in place. A few more hits and...
- We're losing antimatter containment. - We're approaching the timestream.
- We could be looking at a core breach. - The ship's closing to 3,000 kilometres.
If we can't shake them off, maybe we can slow them down.
We have tetryon plasma warp nacelles.
- So? - It emits multiflux gamma radiation.
- It disrupts subspace. - We could vent the warp plasma.
They hit the plasma and their engines stall. Gives us some breathing room.
- Unlocking the warp drive manifold. - Venting drive plasma.
Any second.
They've dropped to one-tenth impulse.
Our containment field's at critical. Hurry.
Let's recreate my shuttle accident.
- I think I was travelling at 140,000kph. - You think?
It was another lifetime. I'm doing my best.
Increasing speed to 140,000kph.
I also remember running a polaron scan.
It was sweeping at a radius of half a million kilometres.
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, but the runabout was unaffected.
The starship has repowered. They'll be here in a minute.
I have to get into that timestream. Wait a minute. I'm forgetting something.
The emergency transport.
I remember hearing Captain Janeway's com voice.
She tried to beam me off the shuttle.
- I've got to beam off the ship. - Are you crazy?
We have to recreate the accident.
We lost antimatter containment. 25 seconds to core breach.
I've locked on. Get on the transporter pad.
We've got to shut the core down first.
There's no time. They'll be here in 30 seconds.
In 15 seconds this ship will explode.
If you're right, things will be changed back and you'll find me on Voyager.
And if I'm wrong, you'll be blown up right here.
Go!
Voyager to Drake, Prepare for emergency transport.
Can you hear me? We're attempting to lock onto you. Harry?
- Kim here. - We need you to drop your shields.
Stand by.
- Shields down. - Lieutenant.
There are heavy subspace distortions. I can't get a positive lock.
The hull is buckling. He won't survive long.
- Tuvok, can you boost the signal? - Negative. It is at maximum.
- 10 seconds to hull breach. - He's out of reach.
Tie the transporter into the deflector dish.
- Use it to extend the signal. - I'll try.
Hull breach in progress.
We've got him, Captain.
Analyse the sensor logs. I want to know what happened.
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 in a temporal anomaly.
- A timestream? - Yes, you could call it that.
- I've already been briefed. - Welcome back.
Kind of a rough ride, huh?
- What is it, Harry? - I owe you one.