Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...
DETMER: Commander, I can't get contro!
SARU: All decks prepare for impact!
(rumbling)
Lieutenant, get to sickbay.
POLLARD: Neurological tests are clear,
no concussion-- you're good to go.
What?
I said you're good to go.
CULBER: We made it through.
It was a pretty rough landing.
It's good to have you alive.
I'm experiencing some discomfort.
Yeah, you were impaled by a seven-inch shard
and put in a coma.
-(blipping) -Michael?
Saru, I landed here a year ago.
Nobody knows if The Burn was an accident
or a natural disaster, but I did find part of
a transmission from an obsolete Starfleet channel.
This is Admiral Senna Tal.
I will wait for any who would join us on Earth.
The Federation lives on.
Is he at Starfleet headquarters?
We will find Admiral Tal.
Senna Tal, the Starfleet officer you've been looking for?
I know him.
Young Adira has been joined with a Trill
-symbiont. -Trill?
A sentient life-form.
Once they join with a host,
that host has the ability
to access the memories of all former hosts.
Including Admiral Tal's.
It seems Adira has difficulty
accessing those memories.
She may carry knowledge of what remains of Starfleet.
CULBER: Medical officer's log, supplemental.
Our trip to Earth was eye-opening.
A reality check, such as reality is.
It's starting to hit everyone
just how little we have to hold on to.
The personal moments we use to define ourselves,
birthdays,
anniversaries, graduations,
funerals,
we've jumped past all of them.
They feel lost.
Disconnected.
I tell them I've been alone, I've been lost.
Both are survivable,
and surviving can become living again.
You know, if you ever needed to talk, I'm around.
I'm fine.
CULBER: But first, they have to accept help.
For a crew of overachievers,
that kind of vulnerability can be hard to hold.
Five words keep everyone going:
"When we find the Federation."
It's become a mantra for the crew.
In some cases, it seems to help.
All right.
In others...
...not so much.
Adira, who joined us from Earth, may be able to guide s
to Federation headquarters one she regains her own memoris
and those of her symbiont's former host, Senna Tal.
This mission could be a gift,
a reminder that we are and always will be connected
to something greater than ourselves: the Federation.
COMPUTER: Scan complete.
CULBER: Well, the good news is, she's perfectly healthy,
as is the symbiont.
SARU: Uh, should we be concerned it is wrapped around her heart?
no, it's protecting me.
Every critical system in my body is connected to Tal.
Wake up with a squid in your abdominal cavity,
you'll do your homework, too.
BURNHAM: So you still don't remember
how you got the symbiont?
What's the first thing you do remember?
I woke up in an escape pod a year ago
when that ship found me.
Before that, nothing.
Uh, Commander Stamets noted that you demonstrated
a surprising understanding of our ship's engineering grid,
a design about which you should have no knowledge.
Well, I can also speak seven languages
and cook a mean Bajoran hasperat.
I mean, have I always been a genius,
or do these skills belong to my squid's previous hosts?
Well, if it is your sym-- your squid--
then we should be getting the full picture.
So something is blocking your memories.
Like what?
Oh, there's no way to know.
There's no precedent.
So, we have two choices:
I can start digging around your hippocampus,
-hoping to find an answer... -Bad.
Bad.
Or we take you to Trill.
If you and the captain agree.
Adira, we have to be clear.
No one's ever seen a human host.
There's no way of knowing if the Trill will be able or willing
to assist you.
So I could go, and it could be a bust,
and no one gets what they need.
I don't get my memories, you don't get Senna Tal's message
and you never find Federation headquarters.
BURNHAM (whispers): Is there any way of knowing
if the Trill are as peaceful as they were
a millennia ago?
SARU: No. That is also a risk.
I can't keep living like this.
Not knowing who I am.
Let's go to Trill.
♪ ♪
(original Star Trek theme plays)
Scans confirm no weapon energy signatures.
Nothing to indicate hostile intent.
Well, let us hope that remains the case.
Keep us at yellow alert.
Lieutenant Bryce, open a channel, please.
BRYCE: Yes, sir.
Ring any bells?
Does that planet look familiar?
Wish I could say yes.
All right, Captain, Trill Commissioner Vos
is responding to our hail.
Put him through, Lieutenant.
Welcome, Commissioner Vos.
I am Captain Saru of the USS Discovery.
Greetings, Captain Saru.
It's been many years since we've seen a Federation starship.
I trust our arrival is welcome?
Most certainly.
SARU: We have a host and symbiont
on board, uh, in need of medical attention.
We were hoping for your assistance.
Our symbionts carry our history.
And t-then the... The Burn.
The population was decimated.
To have a symbiont return home is a blessing.
Uh, we will send them down immediately
accompanied by our ship's medical officer.
We'll make preparations.
Thank you, Discovery.
Cancel yellow alert, maintain standard orbit.
Dr. Stamets.
I would like to talk to you about your jumps.
Second jump with no problems.
Fully recovered. I'm fine.
You were impaled with a spike and placed in a coma.
Yeah, but other than that, he's fine.
I can jump anytime.
The scarcity of dilithium has made the spore drive
immeasurably valuable.
We will need the ability to operate it
without you, Commander.
I researched the nonhuman interface
for nearly a decade before we discovered the Tardigrade
on the Glenn.
Yes, and there has been 932 years
of technological advancement since then.
We cannot risk becoming as limited
as every other ship in the galaxy
should you be once again incapacitated.
Of course, Captain.
Now, you and Ensign Tilly
are two of the finest minds on this ship.
I have every confidence you will find a solution.
So, look, I-I know now may not be the best time...
Um, what if we made a new interface
using a dark matter system?
Dark matter is comprised of subatomic particles
and the mycelial network is a subspace domain.
The prefix "sub" being the only morpheme
that even remotely connects those two ideas.
Yeah.
I... Well, I've run some preliminary calculations
using dark matter energy to-to pierce the subspace domain,
but if-- look-- you're not ready to talk about it, it's...
Look, this isn't about "Isn't science cool?"
It's about the lives of everything and everyone.
I know you're trying,
but please, don't waste my time.
-(door chimes) -Come.
Do you have a minute?
Please.
-You've been busy. -Mm.
It's everything I've managed to find on The Burn
in the last year.
So many missing pieces.
Oh, I just, I meant, your space used to be so, uh...
(laughs): Oh.
Empty?
Yeah.
Shouldn't you, uh, be headed to the shuttle now?
Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I think you should be the one to take Adira to the surface.
Her memory loss isn't a medical problem.
She needs somebody to support her emotionally.
(inhales sharply)
Why do you think that's me?
Well, Adira's had almost everything she's depended on
stripped away.
I think you understand that.
I think you do, too.
Mm-hmm.
You know, there's a theory: post-traumatic growth.
That, uh, certain life events, um,
dying, time travel,
a year alone in a new future,
can inspire us to evolve,
to live our lives in a different way.
You're still in the process of all that,
but Adira's about to start.
I don't even know how to navigate
being on this ship right now.
And the people that I know and love,
I know what they want from me...
...but I can't even give it to them.
(laughs softly)
You know what I love about you most?
You're a responsibility hoarder.
-Yeah. -(chuckles)
I am working on it.
Your friends, your crew,
the future of every living thing in the galaxy, literally.
Even when you're struggling yourself.
ADIRA: I'm sorry, I just don't get why you're going with me.
You know less about me than I do, and that's saying a lot.
A year ago, you woke up with no memories
and I woke up with no past, and ten seconds
after I crash-landed out of the wormhole, I puked.
Okay, that's not exactly a confidence booster.
I bet.
Okay, um, look, maybe I should just go by myself.
-If you're good. -Oh, yeah, I'm good.
Okay.
COMPUTER: Attention, all crew.
Rotation assignments have ben posted and are...
Look, Dr. Culber's a pretty smart guy.
I've trusted him with my life, and I'd do it again.
And he thinks I should escort you.
Well, I like him.
So... you can come.
But, um, two things.
Wait. So you're saying you trust Dr. Culber
because you like him, not because he's a doctor?
Okay, look, I have a squid, and you threw up in a wormhole.
Things are pretty weird out here,
but human connection is at least one thing I understand.
Okay. Shoot.
Whatever happens out there,
I don't want to let anyone down.
You won't.
What's the second thing?
Oh, uh, don't say anything annoyingly inspirational.
That makes me nuts.
(laughs) Deal.
COMPUTER: Shuttlecraft Three, you are cleared for safety check.
CULBER: As requested, I've completed my analysis,
and all crew members are physically sound.
Y-You did not say "healthy."
Correct.
Well, but?
Stress hormone levels are off the charts.
If they were mice in a cage,
they'd be gnawing at their own tails.
So would you, by the way.
My tail and I appreciate your concern, Doctor.
However, I need to know how I can help this crew.
Perhaps a-a focus on duties or routine?
Under any other circumstances, those things might be helpful,
but... we're in uncharted territory,
and they know it.
Discovery could disappear tomorrow,
and it wouldn't make a ripple.
No one would miss us or mourn us.
They need to feel connected.
Yes.
♪ ♪
VOS: Welcome to Trill.
Uh, may I present Guardian Xi of our spiritual community
and Leader Pav.
BURNHAM: Thank you.
I'm Commander Michael Burnham,
and this is Adira.
Your captain said that you'd be bringing a symbiont and host.
Yes.
She is...
...human?
Yeah.
Uh, she is.
Please...
speak your names.
Um...
Adira.
Continue?
That's it. That's my name-- Adira.
VOS: You recall no other names?
Well...
I-I... I know Senna Tal, I guess.
She's unable to access the memories of her symbiont.
That's why we've come.
VOS: In 2,000 years, there hasn't been a single
recorded instance of a successful
joining between a symbiont and a non-Trill species.
It's a miracle this symbiont is still alive.
Well, I wouldn't let it die.
Uh, it's a part of me.
It's a part of you?
She has no idea. None.
Why don't you give us an idea?
She's an abomination.
They must be separated immediately.
We cannot. Forced separation could kill the host.
Oh, no.
No one is forcing anything.
We are not Federation members.
You have no jurisdiction here.
Trill law takes precedence.
Adira's life takes precedence.
Our apologies.
Every Trill longs to be a host.
Few ever receive the honor.
The Burn decimated our population,
particularly those capable of joining.
We no longer have enough viable hosts.
Adira could be our future.
If we could finally look beyond the Trill...
-Absolutely not. -Let us take Adira
to the Caves of Mak'ala,
where her symbiont might be able to communicate.
VOS: She will contaminate a sacred space!
-The symbiont is not hers. -Enough.
We've never forced a separation.
We will not start now.
However,
I agree that the joining is an aberration.
From what I'm hearing, this joining is a miracle.
Maybe the symbiont made the choice.
The memories that she's carrying
can help heal the entire Federation.
And Senna Tal wanted us to receive his message.
The longer she stays, the greater the challenge
to the only thing our species have left--
our ideals.
My decision is final.
You will leave Trill immediately.
(creatures squawking)
So, that's it?
They're just kicking us off their planet?
Don't say anything else.
This isn't the way to our shuttlecraft.
The symbiont belongs with us.
It is a part of her.
It is not your choice.
I'm making it my choice.
-(whirring) -(Burnham grunts)
(phaser firing)
Where are the caves?
-(phaser whirring) -Never.
-Fine. -(phaser fires, Vos grunts)
(gasps) Um, that...
That wasn't Federation protocol.
No, it wasn't.
-They'll be fine. -Michael?
-(phaser whirring) -Wait. Please.
Our society is on the brink of collapse.
Helping you gives us a fighting chance.
The caves are this way.
COMPUTER: The crew would benefit
from exercise, medication, limited dairy.
Oh, uh, beyond the standard parameters.
Yoga, hyperbaric chamber,
therapeutic coloring books, interstellar shopping.
Uh, I do not need an endless list of activities.
I-I... I need something meaningful to heal my crew.
(soft tone, chiming)
Computer?
COMPUTER: (chuckles) Hello.
Hello.
COMPUTER: Among many sentient beings,
laughter is both healing and meaningful.
Twentieth-century Earth comedians such as Buster Keatn
or Charlie Chaplin are communal unifiers
without the burden of language.
Buster Keaton?
COMPUTER: Also known as "The Great Stone Face."
Computer...
run a level ten diagnostic.
COMPUTER: I'm fully operational, thank you.
These connections are beyond the algorithm I presumed...
COMPUTER: Your crew requires what they used to call
R and R, Captain.
May I suggest switching the ship to auto-navigation
and giving them the night off?
The night off?
COMPUTER: May I also suggest simple gratitude?
A private meal, perhaps, with your bridge crew,
to demonstrate your appreciation.
Your choice, Captain.
The Sacred Caves of Mak'ala.
BURNHAM: This is incredible.
And you believe that Adira's symbiont would be able
to communicate with her here?
It's their ancestral home.
If not here, then where?
It feels...
safe.
We don't have much time. Vos will awaken,
and the commission will see that your ship is still here.
Okay, are you ready?
Say something inspirational.
Just don't make it annoying.
Uh, get in there before someone shoots us?
Okay.
Friends, please, come in. Come in.
Uh, sit, please.
I gave the rest of the crew the evening off to recuperate.
But I asked all of you here
because we work most closely
and have not had a moment.
In fact, we have lost quite a few.
Almost every culture has a ritual
that gathers its moments when it can,
holds them dear.
A time to take the measure of loved ones
and what we have all accomplished together.
(silverware clanks)
Ah.
Hmm.
We made a choice
a millennium ago
to follow Commander Burnham.
I will never forget what I heard
as I stood before each of you as you cast your vote.
It was not unlike...
a small prayer.
I ask that we repeat that now.
-Must we really? -Yes, we must.
-(scoffs) -Lieutenant Detmer,
do you remember what you said?
I said "Aye."
I said, "Aye."
-Aye. -Aye.
-Aye, sir. -Aye. -Aye.
-I never said "Aye."
But... I'm here.
(clears throat)
Aye.
ALL: Aye.
Is there any way the symbiont was joined with Adira
against her will?
A symbiont can't thrive in an unwilling host.
So the issue might be with Adira herself.
A repressed memory related to the joining, perhaps.
Whatever it is, she will need to face it.
(chuckles) It's not exactly my style.
Please... enter.
This is as new to us as it is to you.
We cannot know how your brain will process what you see.
The Mynh'ta Orb will allow us to track
her isoboromine levels.
As long as they are steady, she is safe.
If you find Senna Tal down there...
...his message is pretty vital.
I know.
Good luck, Adira.
She is now in communion.
LINUS: Is that droog-beetle pie?
(sniffs) Mmm.
What is going on between you two?
I don't know.
Nothing.
This reminds me of harvest on Kaminar.
Siranna and I would work from sunup
until after sunfall, gathering
and drying our seasonal kelp crops.
Our family would then
dine together under the full moon.
Kelp dries in the sun.
An existential crisis.
Is there some dessert?
Is that a haiku?
Yes.
CULBER: Emperor Georgiou.
Feasting on the finest cuts.
Snarfs cookies on the down-low.
-I screwed up the last line. -(all laugh)
No matter. Hear! Hear!
-Haiku? -Oh.
-I puked upon... -No. No.
...the Tellarite ambassador
once at Thanksgiving.
-(all groan) -Yeah.
It was an actual diplomatic crisis.
Okay, this is not what I want to hear at dinner. I mean,
-who raised you people? -Get Detmer to do one.
-No. No, I don't want to... -Come on.
-Try. Try. -DETMER: No.
Okay. (clears throat)
(Detmer exhales)
The drones can't get Stamets' blood
off the medbay floor...
No. Wait.
No one can clean Stamets' blood... (laughing)
(exhales) Okay, I've got it. I've got it.
No one can get Stamets' blood...
Oh, shoot. No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
(laughs): Stamets' blood
is so red.
-Lieutenant. -No, I've got it now. I've got it.
-It's five, seven, five, right? -I don't think this is...
-It's a poem. -It's uncalled for.
-Officers. -My life is not a joke for the dinner table.
I wasn't trying to make a joke.
I was back at work
within a few hours of being injured.
We wouldn't have gotten anywhere near Earth if it weren't for me.
You're not the only one to move this ship.
I'm the pilot.
We move it.
-I never said it was just me. -DETMER: You think
you're the only essential personnel on this vessel.
Look at you. It's written all over you.
-Lieutenant. -DETMER: You want to fly this monster?
Actually be responsible for every single person
every single day, or do you just want to be
the when-he-feels-like-it superhero
and have everybody kiss your ass?
The reality is I'm the only one who can make the jumps.
I flew us into the future.
I landed this ship.
-I landed Discovery. -STAMETS: Yes,
-and we barely survived. -TILLY: Oh, my God.
Stop it! You guys are both acting like complete assholes.
-Ensign Tilly. -Why don't we all just take a breath?
You guys think you have the market cornered on pain?
All of our sacrifices,
all of our experiences
and our work, it matters.
The only way we're gonna
get through this is as a crew.
I have work to do.
(door whooshes open)
You did land this monster.
He should be thanking you.
Keyla. Keyla?
Uh...
(clears throat)
GEORGIOU: Well, at least the wine was good.
(door whooshes open)
Her levels are dropping.
I need to get her out.
Stop!
Guardian Xi.
You have betrayed your oath.
-He's trying to save your lives. -(Adira grunting)
-What's happening? -I don't know.
I've never seen anything like this.
-I-I have to help her! -You cannot enter.
This girl is all we have!
BURNHAM: Please, we can't let her die in there.
PAV: Let her in.
She's gone. Where is she?
Help me with the neural stabilizers.
These will help you commune with her...
but only for a short time.
You have to go and find her and guide her out.
Hurry, please.
XI: Now.
(ambient warbling)
Adira?
Adira, can you hear me?
Adira?
Michael?
-Ah! -Michael!
Did he tell you how to get out of here?
Because there's no way out, and I don't know
what I'm supposed to do.
Okay, what have you seen so far?
ADIRA: Watch it!
-What are those? -I don't know. They do that
if I stay in one place for too long.
Okay.
(eerie screaming)
-It's happening. -Have they done that before?
Yeah, the threads are everywhere.
They keep coming after me.
-Let me try something. -Ow! What the hell?!
This place is responding to you.
You're here to connect with the symbiont.
And these threads...
they're trying to connect with you.
I don't understand. I...
It's the symbiont.
It-it wants you to remember. And these threads,
they-they must be connected to your memories.
I know you're afraid, but you have to let them
connect with you.
Okay. (exhales, inhales)
(exhales)
♪ ♪
COMPUTER VOICE: Surgery bay 12, prepping symbiont transfer
to Trill host.
Hold my hand.
When this is all over,
after you and the symbiont have joined,
will you still be you?
Of course I'll still be me.
I will always be the Gray you know and love.
ADIRA: I love you, Gray.
Gray.
That-That's his name.
He was my boyfriend.
Uh, we were together on a, uh, a ship.
Um...
A generation ship.
It was trying to find Federation headquarters.
Gray. We-we both...
We were both orphans.
But we had each other.
I really loved him.
Good. What else do you remember?
ADIRA: He was... He was Trill.
Um...
H-He was, uh, a host,
and I think he was about to receive
his symbiont.
He looked so happy.
Okay, why aren't you?
I don't know, I don't, um...
I'm sorry, I... I just...
I-I need... I need to get out of here.
(eerie screaming)
You can't.
Not until you finish remembering.
So, how long were you together? You and Gray?
Try...
(whispering): Try to see his face.
(cello playing)
You don't like my playing?
No, I... do.
You said you'd be the same after you became a host,
and all these things you can do now,
it's kind of like you're perfect.
(chuckling): Well, I already was perfect. That's why you love me.
Okay.
I told you.
I'm still me.
I'm just... more me.
Which parts?
Like, what's you and what's... all the other hosts?
There aren't any fences.
I'm many, and I'm one.
Like everyone.
I feel like I need to keep up.
You're being a crazy person. It's-it's not a race.
I don't think I could ever do what you did.
Bullshit. The joining's based on trust.
I didn't just have to accept Tal, Tal had to accept me.
The former hosts had to accept me, too.
Like us.
I'd trust you with my life.
Me, too.
Gonna show me what's in that box on your lap?
-Or keep sulking? -Um...
This is, uh, a thing
that I made... for you.
You made it? It's not replicated?
"Oh, I'm Adira, and I struggle
"with my own inadequacies while I'm making amazing
art things that no one in the galaxy can make."
How do you know it's an art thing?
Because we have a love thing, idiot. (chuckles)
And I know you.
(chuckles)
No, I-I need to get out of here.
-Adira... -Don't touch me.
Okay, the only reason
you're here is to get that message from Senna Tal.
So do not pretend like you are doing this for me.
BURNHAM: This is for you. It's for all of us.
We all want a future that's real.
That matters.
If you don't face what this is,
no matter how painful,
you'll never move forward.
Adira!
(eerie screaming)
Adira?
Adira. Open the box now!
Open the box!
ADIRA: I read that in a lot of cultures on a lot of worlds,
stories are woven into tapestries and quilts.
A piece might be a reminder
of someplace special or a moment
or a person they really loved.
See, um, this is the time we broke the replicator
and it wouldn't stop making apples.
(laughs)
GRAY: Oh, this is from the time that we played imaginary chess.
Mm-hmm.
This is our story?
Yeah.
It's a special time for you, and it should be marked.
I wanted you to have something.
(laughs)
I love it.
And you're an art genius.
-No. -Say it.
(chuckles)
Okay, I'm an art genius.
(laughs)
(coughing)
(grunting)
COMPUTER: Structural breach force fields engaged.
All personnel to the evacuation shuttle immediately.
-Emergency drones dispatched. -Oh! Oh.
H-Help!
Medical!
Somebody help, please!
(grunting)
Medical, now!
Shh.
MEDICAL DRONE: Life signs failing.
No, you have to help him.
Subject will not survive treatment protocols.
Their lives.
All their memories will be lost.
Symbiont is stable and will survive immediate transplant
to suitable host.
I'll-I'll take them.
What?
Just-just let me take them.
Okay? The memories, the symbiont.
I-I know I'm not Trill, but I'll keep them safe.
You would do that?
You have to ask?
Prepare for transfer.
Just hold my hand, okay? Hold my hand.
(exhales)
You did it.
It's okay.
♪ ♪
(laughs)
I missed you.
I missed you so much.
SENNA: Tal accepted
each of us.
Joining made us more than we could ever be alone.
And while a human joining is unusual,
Tal accepts you, as well.
You're...
You're Senna Tal.
Welcome to the circle.
Thank you, sir.
Your message gave me hope.
It's time for us to go.
(coughing)
XI: Please,
speak your names.
I am Kasha Tal.
Jovar Tal.
Madela Tal.
Cara Tal.
Senna Tal.
Gray Tal.
And I am Adira Tal.
(all speaking Trill)
VOS: Our deepest apologies, Adira Tal.
We were wrong.
PAV: Guardian Xi, what you have done here
will impact generations of Trill to come.
Adira Tal,
it would be my honor
to guide and mentor you on your new path.
Thank you.
But I believe I'm supposed to stay with Discovery.
The symbionts are a gift for everyone, not just the Trill.
And I think I'm supposed to be that messenger.
You will keep us apprised of your well-being?
Of course.
And perhaps someday, when the Federation returns,
we will discuss a different joining.
It would be our honor.
(door whooshes open)
(door whooshes shut)
TILLY: Thank you for doing this, sir.
I know it didn't go the way that you hoped.
Captain Pike made connecting with the crew
seem so... effortless.
For what it's worth, uh, this was, like, a Tuesday
at my house growing up, so... (chuckles)
Sir...
...we made a decision together,
and we are living with it together.
The fact that you reminded us of that
and reminded us who we are to each other, that...
Maybe this isn't my place to say, but...
I think that's leadership.
Thank you, Ensign.
(door whooshes open)
Captain.
Tilly, um...
Everything that I've done since I've been on this ship
would have been impossible without you.
I've failed to let you know that.
I always knew it.
I failed to tell you.
I apologize.
Thank you. Thank you.
STAMETS: Uh, I've been wondering,
what did you learn in your spore drive research?
Oh, nothing. I was...
looking at dark matter and energy coefficients,
but the math didn't work, so...
A new interface using dark matter would be revolutionary.
We should keep talking about it.
Okay.
DETMER: Hey.
(clears throat)
Are you okay?
No. Obviously.
(exhales)
That was hard for me to admit.
For anyone.
And you're a pilot.
Pilots are, um...
-Macho. -Hmm.
I know.
Hmm.
That talk that you suggested,
maybe I could take you up on it?
Anytime.
COMPUTER: All available crew,
please report to shuttle bay for a surpris.
Hmm.
(music playing)
(laughter)
Yeah, okay.
♪ ♪
It fills the room.
Joy?
Yeah.
We all had to stop pretending we were fine first.
We are not, are we?
How could we be?
But we'll get there.
And you pushed us closer.
Yeah. It was not pretty.
-It never is. -Hmm.
(laughter)
Good choice, Captain.
No. I wish I could take credit, Doctor.
This wasn't you?
Mm-mm.
I have a theory.
The sphere data was transmitted here for us to protect it.
It lives on within Discovery.
As we are now inextricably connected,
perhaps now it desires to protect us.
(laughter continues)
Senna knew the algorithm we need to find Federation headquarters.
I already did the math.
These coordinates...
They'll take you where you need to go.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
That's beautiful.
What is it?
It's, um, a lullaby.
I think Senna Tal's parents
used to sing it to him when he was a kid.
All the hosts, their memories are still coming to me.
I expect it'll take a while.
♪ ♪
GRAY: Your bowing could use some work.
If you're gonna insult my musical ability
for the rest of my life...
You didn't tell her about me.
I'm not sure she'll believe me.
Pretty sure she will.
How are you here?
I-I don't know.
How is this supposed to work?
I don't know.
But like I said,
our bowing, we can do better than that.
Well, we'll keep practicing.
♪ ♪
Captioning sponsored by CBS
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org