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INT.
WORF'S QUARTERS
A few minutes later. Beverly is holding a large CHOCOLATE
CAKE, which has many burning CANDLES on it. Everyone
is singing the "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow", but
with Klingon lyrics. Worf stands there awkwardly --this is like torture
for him.
ALL(sung to the tune of "For
He's A Jolly Good Fellow"):
"Cha Worf Toh'gah-nah lo Pre'tOk...
Cha Worf Toh'gah-nah lo Pre'tOk... Cha
Worf Toh'gah-nah lo Pre'tO-O-O-O-Ok...
Tu Mak Dagh Cha doh Borak!"
As they finish the song, Beverly holds out the cake to Worf,
who quickly blows out the candles. Everyone applauds.
Worf can barely conceal his disgust.
WORF: That was not a Klingon song.
TROI: It wasn't easy to translate.
There doesn't seem to be a Klingon word
for "jolly".
Beverly hands Worf a knife.
BEVERLY: It's traditional for the
birthday boy to cut the cake.
Worf takes the knife and eyes it a moment -- other uses for
it cross his mind. Then he cuts the cake with two quicks
WHACKS and serves a piece to a Crewmember. (NOTE:
The cake is chocolate inside, as well.) The
party proceeds merrily, with Beverly moving off to cut
the rest of the cake, people getting drinks, etc. Riker
claps a friendly hand on Worf's shoulder.
RIKER: Captain Picard sends his
birthday wishes. He was needed on the
Bridge.
Riker moves off to get some cake. Data walks over holding
a large GIFT. He hands it to Worf.
DATA: Happy birthday, Worf.
Worf takes the gift.
WORF: Thank you....
Worf tears the wrapping paper off the gift, revealing a
large PAINTING -- a great deal of conflicting colors and
shapes. It is difficult to tell which side is up. Worf
eyes it...
WORF: Ah... a painting.
DATA: Yes. I have entered my Abstract
Expressionistic phase. This is my interpretation
of the Battle of HarOS.
Worf examines the painting, hunting for any recognizable
image.
WORF: The Battle of HarOS... ?
Troi takes the painting.
TROI: I think it's wonderful. And I
know just where to hang it...
She moves to a spot on the wall.
WORF: What are you doing?
TROI: I always thought this room could
use a little more color.
Troi hangs the painting and steps back. Geordi comes over
to admire the painting, carrying two pieces of cake.
GEORDI(re: painting): Battle of HarOS,
right?
Worf looks at him in amazement. Geordi hands a piece of
cake to Worf. The interior of the cake is now YELLOW,
not chocolate as seen before. (NOTE: Minor continuity
changes of this sort will be indicated throughout
the script.) As Worf takes the cake, he
reacts to a mild wave of dizziness.
GEORDI: You alright?
WORF: I believe Commander Data's
painting is making me dizzy...
Laughter all around. Worf takes a bite of his cake, looks
down at it.
WORF(casual): I thought this cake was
chocolate...
TROI: Don't I wish.
Troi hands Worf a small GIFT. (NOTE: Troi is dressed in
one of her casual outfits, and her hair is in a looser,
more casual style.)
TROI(re: gift): This is from Alexander.
He gave it to me before he left to
visit your parents.
Worf sets down the cake and takes the gift... carefully unwraps
it. We see that it is a round piece of CLAY, with
the imprint of Alexander's forehead ridges on it (the
Klingon equivalent of a child's hand-print). Worf smiles
at the sight.
GEORDI: What is it?
WORF: Alexander's forehead. (proudly)
The ridges of a warrior.
TROI: He really wished he could've been
here when you got back from shore leave.
You should have seen him, Worf... he
stayed up all night talking about how
proud he was of his father.
WORF: Thank you for watching him while
I was away.
TROI: It was my pleasure.
Worf looks at her, and he gets a thoughtful look on is face...
clearly concerned about something... Suddenly,
we hear PICARD'S voice from offcamera --
PICARD: So... how old are you, Mister
Worf?
Worf turns in surprise. REVEAL PICARD standing behind Worf. Worf didn't
see the Captain come in -- and
neither did we.
WORF: Captain -- I was told you
couldn't attend.
PICARD: I wouldn't miss this for the
world. How old are you? Worf
hesitates, awkward about his age.
WORF: I am... old enough.
Everyone laughs. Worf bristles. As the party continues...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
Holding position next to the ARGUS ARRAY -- a huge subspace
radio telescope (as seen in "The Nth Degree").
INT. BRIDGE
Picard, Riker, Data, Worf, N.D.s at their stations.
PICARD: Report.
DATA(off console): The Array appears to
be functioning normally, sir.
Reactions -- this isn't what they expected.
RIKER: That can't be right. We were
told it stopped relaying data six days
ago.
DATA: The Array is still transmitting
data. However, it is no longer sending
that information to the Federation.
(off console) It
appears that someone has redirected its
imaging systems.
PICARD: Where is the information being
sent now?
DATA(works): Sector
One-nine-six-five-eight. I am unable to
access the Array's main computer, so it
is impossible to determine the exact
location.
RIKER: What's in that sector?
Worf works.
WORF: It is uninhabited. But there
could easily be a ship, or a subspace
relay station receiving the data.
Riker turns to Picard.
RIKER: Captain. I suggest we beam a
repair crew aboard the Array. We can
download the imaging logs --find out what the Array's been observing
for the past six days.
PICARD: Make it so.
Riker nods to Data and they both
head for the door. OFF Picard's
concern...
INT. TEN FORWARD
Troi is sitting alone at a table, working on a PADD (she's
in her uniform and her hair is in a less elaborate,
more formal style). Worf walks up to the table,
eyes Troi a moment, thoughtful... then approaches
the table.
WORF: Excuse me,
Counselor. Do you have a
moment?
TROI: Of course.
Worf sits at the table.
WORF: I have been
meaning to speak with you...
about Alexander.
TROI: Oh?
Worf hesitates, tries to find the best way to put this.
WORF: It has never been
easy for me... having
Alexander on board. I have always
tried to be a good father...
to give him guidance... but
he seems to have his own mind about
some things.
Troi smiles.
TROI: Most children do.
WORF: I could not have
gotten this far without
your help. Alexander looks
up to you. At times, I have felt
that you are like a mother to him.
Troi is touched by his words.
TROI: Worf... that's
one of the nicest things
anyone's ever said to me.
Worf takes a moment.
WORF: Once, when I
thought I was going to
die... I asked you to watch over
Alexander. I was wondering...
if you might consider formalizing
that arrangement. (beat)
I want you to be Alexander's
SohchIm.
TROI: His "Soh-chIm"?
WORF: You would become
his surrogate mother.
In case anything ever happened
to me, you would be responsible
for him.
Troi is surprised by the request... and flattered.
TROI: Worf, I don't
know what to say. It's
a great honor. (beat)
So this would make me your...
WORF: The closest
analogy would be... step-sister.
TROI: That would make
my mother your step-mother.
WORF: I had not
considered that... (with
humor) It is a risk
I am willing to take.
Troi smiles.
TROI: I accept.
Worf smiles in return. A warm moment between them.
DATA'S COM VOICE:
Lieutenant Worf, please report to Engineering.
WORF(taps combadge): On
my way.
Worf stands, gives Troi a little smile, then heads for the door...
INT. ENGINEERING
Data and Geordi are working at a console. Picard and Worf look on.
Mid-conversation.
DATA(to Worf): We have
analyzed the imaging logs. It
appears that the Array was reprogrammed
to observe several Federation
sites.
Data works the console... INCLUDE
MONITOR (OPTICAL) The
freeze-frame images of several FEDERATION OUTPOSTS and
STARBASES comes up. The
graphics are grainy and blurred, as though taken from
a very long range.
GEORDI(indicates screen): This
is Deep Space Five... Starbase
Forty-seven... the Iadara Colony...
and this is the Utopia Planitia
Shipyard.
PICARD(reacts): The
Utopia Planitia shipyard... they're
responsible for new starship
development...
WORF(realizing): Someone
is using the Array for covert
surveillance of the Federation.
DATA: That is our
theory. We believe that
unauthorized access was made six
days ago. The imaging logs from
that day show a ship approaching
the Array...
Data works the console and the monitor displays the grainy
but unmistakable image of a CARDASSIAN WARSHIP. Reactions.
WORF: That's a
Cardassian ship. Galor Class.
GEORDI: We're only
three light years from Cardassian
space. They would've had
easy access to the Array.
Picard considers.
PICARD: Mister Worf,
start a long range scan
of the region... see if there are
any Cardassian ships nearby.
WORF: Aye sir.
Geordi hands Worf a PADD.
GEORDI(re: PADD): Here's
a propulsion analysis of the
Cardassian ship. You might try
scanning for its energy configuration.
CLOSE ON WORF as
he takes the PADD. Suddenly, he is struck by a wave of
dizziness. He touches his head and shuts his eyes for
a moment...
DATA (O.S.): Are you
alright, Lieutenant?
Worf opens his eyes -- NEW ANGLE ON ROOM Data
and Geordi are now both standing on the opposite side
of the room, working at a console. Picard is nowhere
to be seen. It's an odd moment -- as though in the
blink of an eye, everyone changed positions. Worf reacts,
confused.
WORF: I feel...
dizzy...
GEORDI: Worf, you don't
look so good. Maybe you
should go to Sickbay...
Worf nods, recovering slightly.
WORF: Yes... perhaps I
will.
Worf EXITS. As Data and Geordi exchange a concerned look...
INT. SICKBAY
Worf is sitting on a bio-bed. Beverly is scanning around
his head with a medical tricorder.
BEVERLY: Any
nausea... or blurred vision?
WORF: No. However, I
did experience dizziness
earlier today... at my birthday
celebration.
Beverly nods and shuts the tricorder. She picks up a nearby
hypospray and prepares it.
BEVERLY(casually): It
sounds like you're having a few side-effects
from the concussion. I'll
give you vertazine for the dizziness...
but I want you to get some
rest.
Beverly moves to inject worf with the hypospray, but he stops
her.
WORF: Doctor... perhaps
you are thinking of
another patient. I have no concussion.
There's an awkward beat.
BEVERLY: Worf...
you came in here this morning
complaining about a ringing
in your ears. I scanned you...
you had a concussion.
Worf just stares at her -- he can't believe what he's hearing.
BEVERLY(continuing):
Are you telling me you don't
remember any of this?
WORF: No...
Beverly eyes him, realizing. She picks up a small PENLIGHT
and starts looking at his eyes.
BEVERLY: Temporary
memory loss is common with
this kind of injury... (prompting)
Do you remember telling me
about the Bat'leth
tournament? You said one
of the competitors hit you in the
head... that's why you lost the
match...
Worf reacts to this,
disturbed -- he steps off the table.
WORF: I won that
tournament. I can prove
it to you.
Worf heads for the door. Concerned, Beverly follows him...
INT. WORF'S QUARTERS
Worf and Beverly ENTER. Worf immediately walks to the table
where he set down Bat'leth trophy earlier. He picks
it up, and reacts to what he sees -- CLOSE ON TROPHY It
is clearly a different trophy -- it's much smaller and
less elaborate.
BEVERLY: What's wrong?
WORF: It says...
"Ninth Place."
Worf holding the trophy, shocked. Beverly looking on.
WORF: This is not the
same trophy... (beat)
Someone is playing a trick on
me.
BEVERLY: Worf, try to
calm down. Memory loss
can be very disorienting...
He suddenly remembers something.
WORF: The log... I
recorded a personal log
on my way back to the Enterprise.
Worf sits down at his desk, taps a command into a desktop
monitor. Beverly watches with concern.
WORF(to computer): Computer
-- access personal logs on
Shuttlecraft Curie. Show my log
entry for Stardate 47391.2.
INCLUDE MONITOR (OPTICAL) It
shows an image of WORF looking into the camera, sitting
in the shuttlecraft, as seen in the Teaser. Everything
is exactly as it was before -- the way he's sitting,
what he's wearing, etc.
WORF ON MONITOR: Personal log,
Stardate 47391.2. I am
returning from the Bat'leth competition
on Forcas Three. The conditions
were difficult...
several contenders were maimed.
The Worf on the monitor looks irritated.
WORF ON MONITOR(continuing): One
of the contenders used an illegal
T'gha maneuver against me. The
judges chose to ignore it... and
I was robbed of my rightful standing.
The Worf on the monitor reaches offscreen and picks up a
Klingon trophy -- it is the smaller, less impressive one
that we see now in Worf's quarters.
WORF ON MONITOR: I was
awarded "Ninth Place". (beat)
I look forward to resuming my
duties aboard the Enterprise.
However, I am --
Worf taps a control, ENDING the log. He looks very disturbed.
WORF: I do not
understand...
Beverly tries to comfort
him.
BEVERLY: I'm sure
this must be very disturbing
for you... but don't worry.
Your memories will eventually
return to normal.
Worf just stares at the screen...
BEVERLY(continuing): The
best thing you can do right now
is settle back into your normal
routine... but slowly.
A long beat. Worf finally
nods, resigned.
WORF: Thank you,
Doctor.
BEVERLY: If you have
any more problems with dizziness,
let me know.
Beverly gives him a gentle smile, then EXITS. OFF Worf's
face...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
As before, holding position by the Argus Array.
INT. BRIDGE
Picard, Riker, N.D.s at their stations. Data at the aft
science station. Worf ENTERS and moves to Tactical,
relieves an N.D. working there. Data turns
to Worf.
DATA: Lieutenant, have
you completed the metallurgical
scan of the Array?
Worf looks at him, confused.
WORF: Sir?
DATA: The metallurgical
scan. Is it complete?
WORF: I do not remember
you asking me to --
Suddenly, an ALARM goes off on Worf's console. He checks
it.
WORF: Captain. There is
a Cardassian ship
approaching. Galor Class.
Reactions. Data quickly moves to Ops. Picard and Riker
get to their feet.
PICARD: Open a channel.
WORF: On screen.
INCLUDE MAIN VIEWSCREEN (OPTICAL) A
CARDASSIAN CAPTAIN (GUL NADOR) APPEARS. Picard tries to
be diplomatic, but there is a definite tension in the
air.
PICARD: This is Captain
Jean-Luc Picard of the
Starship Enterprise. You are in
Federation territory. Please explain
your presence here.
[GUL NADOR]: We were
wondering the same thing about
you, Captain. Why would Starfleet's
flagship want to venture
so close to the Cardassian border?
PICARD: We are
repairing one of our subspace
telescopes.
[GUL NADOR(wry)]: I
see. May we offer our assistance?
PICARD: No, thank you.
We have everything under
control.
Gul Nador eyes Picard.
[GUL NADOR]: If you
don't mind my asking... what
exactly is this telescope of yours
designed to do?
PICARD: It's a long
range subspace Array...
it gathers data on astronomical
phenomena.
[GUL NADOR]: I'm
certain it would never be used to...
"observe" a neighboring species.
PICARD: Certainly not.
GUL NADOR: Well,
then... best of luck with your
repairs. Just try to
make certain that your studies
are limited to... "astronomical
phenomena".
The transmission ENDS.
RIKER: Charming
fellow.
WORF: Captain -- that
ship was responsible
for reprogramming the Array.
Picard and Riker turn to him.
PICARD: What do you
mean?
WORF(off console): It
is the same Class and energy configuration
as the ship we saw in
the imaging logs.
Picard is confused.
PICARD: Imaging logs...
Are you saying you have
evidence that the Cardassians tampered
with the Array?
WORF: They have been
using the Array as a
surveillance device. (beat)
You saw the logs yourself.
Picard turns to Riker.
PICARD: I haven't heard
anything about this.
RIKER: Neither have I.
Worf looks to Data.
WORF: Commander Data --
show them the imaging
logs you downloaded from the
Array.
Data hesitates, unsure what to say.
DATA: I know of no
such logs, Lieutenant.
A long, uncomfortable
moment as all eyes fall on Worf.
PICARD: Worf... are you
feeling alright?
WORF: Yes.
PICARD: Mister Data,
perhaps you should re-examine the
Array... see if you can
find anything to support Worf's
claims. (to Worf)
In the meantime, Lieutenant...
I think you should go
to your quarters.
OFF Worf's frustration -- what the hell's going on?
INT. WORF'S QUARTERS
A while later. Worf is pacing around the room, frustrated.
Troi is there to help him through this -- her
hair and clothing are in the casual style. She's sitting
near Data's Impressionistic painting, which is still
hanging on the wall as seen in Act One.
WORF: Doctor Crusher
says I am experiencing
further memory loss...
but my instincts tell me it
is more than that... (beat)
I remember those imaging
logs... I could tell
you every detail... every
word...
Troi considers him.
TROI: Worf, let's
assume you're right for
a second -- that things did happen
as you remember them. Are
you saying that everyone's memory
on this ship has been altered
but yours? (beat)
The only one of us who's had a
recent head injury or mental
stress is you. Isn't it more
logical that your concussion
is causing some memory
problems?
Worf frowns -- her words make sense, but still... he unconsciously
rubs his head. The door CHIMES.
WORF: Enter.
Geordi ENTERS.
GEORDI: Hi, Worf. I
wanted you to know that
we re-examined the imaging logs.
They don't show a Cardassian
ship... or any evidence
that the Array was reprogrammed.
(beat) From
what we can tell, the Array suffered
a simple mechanical failure.
Worf reacts.
WORF: That is not
right. I am certain that
--
Suddenly, Worf has a slight dizzy feeling. He stops... and
sees something on the wall behind Troi... ANGLE ON TROI The
painting next to Troi is now gone.
TROI: What's wrong?
WORF: The painting
Commander Data gave me...
Worf looks around the room. We see that the painting is
now hanging on a different wall. It was definitely not there a few seconds
ago.
WORF(continuing): It
has moved.
Troi and Geordi glance at the painting, then exchange a
worried look.
TROI: Worf, I hung that
painting there... at
your birthday party. Remember?
WORF: No...
Worf eyes the painting... NEW ANGLE - THE PAINTING It
is now a completely DIFFERENT PAINTING -- the painting
is now of a KLINGON BATTLECRUISER. It's
a startling sight. WORF reacts
in disbelief.
WORF: The painting has
changed... don't you
see it?
Troi and Geordi look at the painting -- clearly, they do
not see a difference. Troi stands and moves to Worf.
We see that she's now wearing her UNIFORM, and her
hair is in the formal style. Worf eyes her.
WORF: Your
hair... and your clothing... they
have changed, as well...
Geordi moves toward him.
GEORDI: Worf, maybe you
should --
Worf reacts to another
wave of dizziness. And in the blink
of an eye, EVERYTHING CHANGES:
INT. BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS (OPTICAL)
Worf is now standing at Tactical -- he reacts, shocked by
the change in setting. The ship is at RED ALERT. Picard,
Riker, Data, N.D.s at stations. There's a CARDASSIAN
WARSHIP on the VIEWSCREEN. (NOTE: The HORSESHOE
CONSOLE should look different. And the Red Alert
SOUND is also different.) Picard turns to Worf.
PICARD(urgent): Now,
Mister Worf! (beat)
Now!
But Worf doesn't know what to do. Riker turns to Worf.
RIKER(urgent): Worf,
what are you waiting for? Raise shields.
Worf moves to Tactical, quickly works the console --and stops... eyes
the console in confusion.
WORF: This panel
configuration has been altered,
sir. I do not know how to
--
Too late. The Enterprise is ROCKED HARD.
DATA(off console): Direct
hit -- Engineering Section, Deck
Forty-two. Shield generators are
overloading.
The ship is ROCKED again. Picard looks at Worf, who is still
trying to make sense of his console.
PICARD(to Riker, re: Worf): Number
One.
Riker rushes to Tactical. Worf steps back, shell-shocked-- what's going
on?
RIKER(working): Firing
photon torpedoes, full spread.
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
Holding position near the Argus Array. It FIRES a series
of PHOTON TORPEDOES...
NEW ANGLE - CARDASSIAN
SHIP (OPTICAL)
As it is HIT by the TORPEDOES.
INT. BRIDGE
As before.
RIKER(off console): Direct
hit on their main reactor...
they're returning fire!
Everyone braces for impact. Another JOLT, this one more
violent. The lights on the Bridge FLICKER ON AND OFF.
DATA(off console): Captain,
we have sustained heavy damage
to our deflector systems. Hull breaches on Decks Seventeen and
Thirty-six.
PICARD(to Conn): Ensign,
take us out of here, maximum
warp.
The Ensign at the helm works. A tense moment goes by.
PICARD: Are they
pursuing?
RIKER: No, sir. (off
console) But
they're firing on the Argus Array...
(beat) They've
destroyed it, sir.
A grim moment.
PICARD(to com): Bridge
to Engineering. Status, Mister
La Forge?
N.D. COM VOICE: This is
Ensign Hayes, sir. Commander
La Forge has been taken to
Sickbay with plasma burns... (beat) There's
serious damage to the secondary
plasma conduit... but I think
we've got it under control.
PICARD(to com): Acknowledged.
(to conn) Ensign,
lay in a course for Starbase
One-two-nine.
Picard turns to Worf, grim-faced.
PICARD: What happened
back there, Lieutenant?
Worf hesitates... glances around the Bridge... everyone looking
at him, waiting for a response.
WORF: I believe I had
another... memory loss.
They stare at him.
RIKER: "Memory
loss"... What are you talking
about?
Worf realizes -- they have no idea what he's talking about.
Worf takes a beat... then makes the decision not
to say anything further.
WORF: I do not feel
well, Captain. Request
to be temporarily relieved of
duty.
PICARD: Granted.
Worf nods and turns to go. As Picard and Riker exchange
a concerned look...
INT. WORF'S QUARTERS
Worf ENTERS -- he's agitated, determined to find out what's
happening to him. He stops by the wall where the
painting of the Klingon Battlecruiser is still hanging.
He stares at for a long moment... then glances
around the room... sees something and crosses to
the table where the trophy was sitting earlier. It is
gone -- and there is now a vase of FLOWERS on the table,
along with several exotic-looking pieces of ART. Worf
quickly sits down at his desktop terminal and taps a
control.
WORF(to computer): Computer
-- access personal logs on
Shuttlecraft Curie. Play log entry
for Stardate 47391.2.
The computer works.
COMPUTER VOICE: There
is no log entry for that Stardate.
Worf reacts.
WORF(to computer): Computer,
display any log entries regarding
the Bat'leth Tournament on
Forcas Three.
INCLUDE MONITOR (OPTICAL) The
image of WORF comes up. He's in his quarters, in uniform.
WORF ON MONITOR: Personal log, Stardate 47391.2. There has been a
malfunction in the
ship's main deflector. It will
require two more days of repairs.
The Worf on the monitor looks irritable.
WORF ON MONITOR(continuing):
As a result, I will not be
able to compete in the
Bat'leth tournament on
Forcas Three. I have asked my brother
to take my place. He does not
have my prowess with the blade,
but --
Worf taps a control and the log ENDS. This is getting stranger
by the minute. The door CHIMES. Worf jumps up
at the sound, startled. He stands and walks to the door,
taps a control. The doors slide open to reveal Troi.
She ENTERS. (Troi is back into her casual clothing
and hair.)
TROI(matter of
fact): Why'd you lock
the door?
WORF(sharp): Why
shouldn't I?
Troi looks at Worf with concern.
TROI: I heard about what happened on the Bridge.
Are you all right?
WORF: I am not sure...
TROI: Do you want to
talk about it?
WORF: I would rather
not, Counselor.
TROI(a little wry): Very
well, Lieutenant.
Troi brushes past him and moves to a replicator slot.
TROI(to replicator):
Hot chocolate.
We HEAR the cup materialize. Worf looks at her, a little
confused. She seems to be making herself quite at
home.
WORF: Is there
something I can do for you?
Troi turns to him, taking a sip.
TROI: Actually, there
is...
Troi moves to the bedroom. At this point we should see that
the bedroom is slightly different than normal. Besides
Worf's usual Klingon paraphernalia, there are some
items that can usually be seen in Troi's quarters. Troi
sits down on the bed and pats a spot next to her.
TROI: I want you to sit
down. Relax for a
minute.
Worf sits. Troi very calmly
and very naturally reaches over and turns Worf away
from her slightly... and she removes the band that keeps
Worf's hair in a pony-tail. She starts stroking his
hair gently. Worf stiffens, uncomfortable with the
intimate gesture.
TROI: You're really tense.
She begins to massage his
shoulders, soothing him, comforting. Worf is growing
increasingly uneasy with the closeness.
TROI: Worf... I know you don't
want to talk about what happened on
the Bridge... but there are
times when it's best to open up...
(beat) Come on... if you can't
talk to me, who can you talk to?
She reaches around and
bites Worf playfully on the ear. Worf leaps to his feet,
alarmed.
WORF: I do not believe this is
appropriate behavior! Troi eyes him, a little
confused.
TROI: Not even for your wife?
WORF: Wife!
Worf is stunned beyond
belief. He takes a couple of steps backward. Troi sees
and senses that Worf is genuinely confused and
troubled. Something is wrong. She stands.
TROI: Worf, what's wrong?
WORF: I do not know... things
are... changing...
TROI: What's changed?
WORF: I do not remember us... you
and I... being mates...
(beat) It is as if events...
circumstances... continue
to change from moment to
moment... but I am the only one who
seems to be aware of it...
Troi tries to make sense of
this...
TROI: So... are you saying you
don't remember the last three
years? You don't remember us
falling in love... and getting
married?
WORF: I do remember the last
three years... but they are
different. We did not have this
relationship. We were friends. The
Enterprise did not have a battle with
the Cardassians...
Worf sits down heavily,
very disturbed.
WORF: No one believes me.
Troi considers him for a
moment. As bizarre as his behavior is, the Troi in
this reality loves him deeply.
TROI: Worf... whatever's wrong... whatever's happened... I
want you to know that I believe
you... (beat)
And that I love you. We'll
find out what's happening...
Worf looks at her, touched
by the depth of feeling. And he nods, gratified to
have someone on his side...
INT. ENGINEERING
Later. Data and Worf are
working at a console as Troi looks on. (NOTE: Data's
EYES are not gold -- they are blue and human-looking.
Also, the warp core looks slightly different, as it
did in "Phantasms".)
DATA(working): I am initiating a subspace
scan to search for temporal
anomalies on or off the ship.
A beat.
OGAWA'S COM VOICE: Counselor
Troi, please
report to Sickbay.
TROI(taps combadge): On my way.
(to Data, Worf) Let me know if you find
anything.
Troi lays a comforting hand
on Worf's shoulder, then turns and EXITS. Worf
watches her go, thoughtful... then he turns to Data.
WORF: Commander... how long have
I been married to Counselor
Troi?
DATA: Two years, one month and
twelve days.
WORF: And when did this...
relationship begin?
Data keeps working.
DATA: It is my understanding that
your romantic affiliation began
soon after you recovered from
your spinal injury on Stardate
45587.
WORF: I remember that... A cargo
container fell on me.
DATA: That is correct. After
that, I observed that you and the
Counselor began to spend
more time together.
WORF: When did it become...
romantic?
DATA: It was approximately six
months later that you asked
Commander Riker for his formal
permission to court Counselor
Troi. (beat) You felt that to do
otherwise would be dishonorable.
Worf is amazed by all this.
WORF: And then we mated.
DATA: I am not privy to the exact
details of when, where and
how the first coupling took place.
I could investigate it if you
--
WORF: No... that is alright.
The console BEEPS. Data
checks it.
DATA: I am detecting no temporal
anomalies in this system.
Worf looks disappointed.
Data considers.
DATA(continuing): Perhaps we should try to
pinpoint the exact moment when
events became discontinuous. Do
you remember the first change?
Worf thinks.
WORF: I went to Sickbay. Doctor
Crusher told me I had a
concussion... but I do not remember that
happening.
DATA: Think back. Are you sure
that was the very first change?
Perhaps there was one before you
entered Sickbay?
WORF: Before...
Worf suddenly remembers --
WORF: Yes... yes. In Engineering.
I felt a wave of dizziness...
and when I looked up, you and
Commander La Forge were on
the opposite side of the room. Captain Picard was gone. I thought I had blacked out
for a moment, and had not
observed your movements.
He stands, onto to
something here... he thinks... remembering...
WORF(continuing): And at my birthday party...
the cake was chocolate, then it
was yellow. And Commander Riker
told me the Captain was not
going to attend... then suddenly the Captain was there.
DATA: We should try to find any commonalties in these
events. Where were you each time?
WORF(thinks): I was at the party... then
I was in Engineering... then in
my quarters...
DATA: What about the people you
were with? Was there anyone who
was present at all three
events?
Worf paces a moment...
concentrates...
WORF: Everyone was at my birthday
party... then I was with
Counselor Troi... then
Commander La Forge entered...
(realizes) Geordi was in all three
locations. And he was near me in each
case, just before I noticed the
differences. (beat)
Do you think there is a
connection?
DATA: It is possible. We should
speak with Commander La Forge.
Worf looks hopeful. As they
head for the door...
INT. SICKBAY
Worf and Data ENTER at the
door directly in front of Beverly's office. DOCTOR
OGAWA (she's wearing Beverly's lab coat) and
Troi are Standing in Sickbay.
DATA: Doctor, is Geordi well
enough to answer some questions?
Ogawa and Troi exchange a
grim look.
OGAWA: I'm afraid not, Data.
Geordi's dead.
A few minutes later.
Geordi's body is lying on the surgical bed -- he's naked,
covered by a blanket --BURN MARKS are visible on
his face. He's not wearing his VISOR. Worf and Troi
stand back as Data picks up a medical tricorder and
begins to scan Geordi's body.
DATA(off tricorder): There do not appear to be
any unusual readings. Energy
residuals from the plasma
burns... the beginnings of cellular
decomposition...
Worf and Troi grimace
slightly at this clinical account of their dead friend's
body. Data snaps the tricorder shut.
DATA(to Worf): I see nothing that connects
these bio-readings to your recent
sense of discontinuity.
OGAWA: What about his VISOR?
Ogawa picks up the VISOR
off a nearby surgical tray and holds it out to Data. Data
scans it.
DATA(off tricorder): I still see nothing
unusual.
Data gets an idea.
DATA: Perhaps we should activate
it.
Ogawa nods and hands the
VISOR to Data.
OGAWA: Hook it up to the
diagnostic array and I'll check it out.
Data crosses the room and
connects the VISOR to a DIAGNOSTIC INSTRUMENT. He
hits a control.
DATA: The VISOR is active.
ANGLE ON WORF As he has a mild wave of
dizziness, as before. We see that he is now dressed in a
RED COMMANDER'S UNIFORM -- and he has three pips.
(NOTE: Everyone's COMMUNICATORS are
different, as seen in "Future Imperfect.")
BEVERLY'S VOICE: Worf... are you alright?
Worf looks up --
INCLUDE BEVERLY standing in the same area
as Ogawa, who is now gone. She's wearing the lab coat.
Worf reacts to the sight.
DATA: Have you noticed another
discontinuity, Commander?
WORF: A moment ago, Doctor
Crusher was not here. It was... Doctor
Ogawa.
BEVERLY: Doctor Ogawa?
Worf glances at his
uniform.
WORF: And my uniform is
different... what is my rank and
position?
TROI: You're a Commander... and
First Officer.
WORF(to Troi): Are we still married?
TROI: Yes...
Data suddenly reacts to his tricorder.
DATA(off tricorder, to Worf): I am detecting a quantum
flux in your cellular RNA...
WORF: What does it mean?
DATA: I do not know. I will have
to analyze these readings...
OFF Worf's face...
INT. READY ROOM
Riker is sitting behind the
desk -- he has four pips. He is the Captain. Data and
Worf are reporting to him. There are minor changes in
the setting: Picard's fish is gone and replaced with a
plant... the book of Shakespeare is replaced
with Riker's trombone.
DATA: I have found that the
quantum flux in Worf's cellular RNA
extends to the subatomic level. It is
asynchronous with normal
matter. (beat)
In essence, Captain --
Mister Worf does not belong in our
universe.
RIKER(reacts): What?
DATA: All matter in the universe
resonates on a quantum
level with a unique signature. This
signature is a constant. It
cannot be changed by any known
process. It is the basic
foundation of existence.
RIKER: And you believe that Worf's
quantum signature is
different from ours...
DATA: Yes, sir. I cannot explain
it. It is as if he originates
from a different quantum universe.
Riker looks at Worf.
RIKER: But he's standing right
here in front of us. He's been on
the ship for seven years.
DATA: I cannot explain that
either. According to my
understanding of physics, Worf should not
exist.
A long beat as Riker
considers this strange theory. He looks to
Worf.
RIKER(to Worf): You say these
discontinuities started to occur after you
returned from a Bat'leth
tournament on Forcas Three.
WORF: Yes sir.
RIKER: Now, I know for a fact that
you didn't attend that
tournament... and that no shuttlecraft
has left the Enterprise for over a
month.
WORF: I understand. But I also
clearly remember attending the
tournament, and returning to the ship
in a shuttlecraft.
RIKER: Do you remember the course
you took to return to the ship?
WORF: I think so.
RIKER: Let's backtrack that
course... see if there are any unusual
readings or anomalies.
DATA: Aye, sir.
Data EXITS. Worf goes to
the door but stops... then turns to Riker.
WORF: If I may inquire, sir...
how long have you been Captain?
RIKER: Four years. Ever since
Captain Picard was killed during an
incident with the Borg.
(beat) You don't remember any of
this, do you?
WORF: I do remember. I just
remember it differently.
OFF Worf's uneasy
expression...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
at impulse.
INT. BRIDGE
Riker, Data and N.D.s at
stations. Worf is at command. WESLEY CRUSHER is working
Tactical, wearing a gold uniform. There is a
CARDASSIAN N.D. working Conn. Various SET DETAILS are
different: side panels, lighting, etc.
WESLEY(off console): Captain -- I'm picking up a
minor subspace disturbance off
the port bow.
RIKER: Full stop.
(to Data) Analysis, Data.
Data works.
DATA: It appears to be a guantum
fissure in the space-time
continuum.
RIKER: On screen.
DATA: The anomaly cannot be seen.
However, I believe I can
enhance it with a warp field to
make it visible.
Data works...
INCLUDE VIEWSCREEN
(OPTICAL) It shows a QUANTUM FISSURE
in the middle of the screen -- a very small GLOWING SPECK
that is DISTORTING the area of space just around it.
RIKER: Is it dangerous?
DATA: Not at this distance, sir.
(works) I am also detecting an ion
trail intersecting the
phenomenon. I believe it was left by a
Starfleet type-six shuttlecraft.
Reactions.
WORF: So I was here...
Data reads his console,
then turns to Riker.
DATA: I have an explanation, sir.
INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE
(OPTICAL)
A short time later. Riker, Worf, Troi, Beverly, Wesley. Data is reporting
to the group.
DATA: I believe the quantum
fissure we discovered is a fixed point
across the space-time continuum --
a "keyhole" that
intersects many different quantum
realities.
TROI: What do you mean by
"quantum realities"?
DATA: For any event, there is an
infinite number of possible
outcomes. Our choices
determine which outcome will follow.
But there is a theory in
quantum physics that all
possibilities that could happen do happen
in alternate quantum
realities.
Data indicates Riker, who
is sitting at the head of the table.
DATA(continuing): For instance, in a
different quantum reality, Captain
Riker may have chosen to sit at the
other end of the table. While in
another reality, the
Captain may be standing.
BEVERLY(onto idea): So at this moment, there
are an infinite number of
Enterprises... and an infinite number of
Doctor Crushers having this
discussion.
DATA: Yes. Although on some of
those Enterprises, there may not
be a Doctor Crusher...
WORF: And somehow I have been
shifting from one reality to
another...
DATA: That is correct.
Worf reacts -- finally,
he's been vindicated.
TROI: How did this happen?
Data moves to the wall
monitor and taps a control. The MONITOR DISPLAYS a GRAPHIC
that shows a SINGLE POINT at the center of the screen,
representing the quantum fissure. A SINGLE LINE
representing Worf's shuttlecraft begins moving
toward the fissure.
DATA(off graphic): When Worf's shuttlecraft
made contact with the quantum
fissure, I believe its warp engines
caused a small break in the
barriers between quantum realties.
(beat) Worf was thrown into a
state of quantum flux.
As the single line makes
CONTACT with the fissure, the line suddenly BRANCHES OUT
into DOZENS of different LINES, like a complex
tree-branch.
DATA(continuing): He immediately began to
shift to other realities.
BEVERLY(onto idea): And Geordi's VISOR somehow
triggered that...
DATA: Exactly. The VISOR uses a
subspace field pulse. I
think that whenever Geordi came
near Worf, the field pulse
intensified the quantum flux and pushed
Worf into another reality.
They consider this bizarre
concept.
WORF: How can we find my original
quantum state... and return
me to it?
A tense beat. Wesley gets
an idea.
WESLEY: Data... what if we scanned
the quantum fissure using a
subspace differential pulse? Maybe
we could locate the quantum
state that shares Worf's
signature... and find a way to get him
back.
DATA: An excellent idea,
Lieutenant.
Riker considers, then --
RIKER: Proceed.
As everyone stands and
heads for the door...
INT. WORF'S QUARTERS
The room is decorated the
way it was in Act Three, except for one minor detail
-- the painting is hanging back on the wall where it
was in Act One, and it is the Impressionistic painting
again. Worf and Troi ENTER together. Worf is agitated.
TROI: Worf...
Troi tries to find the best
way to put this -- it's difficult. She is feeling
vulnerable in a way we've never seen before. She's at
a loss of what to do... and she needs her husband
to help her through this...
TROI: From what I understand,
there's a good chance that my Worf
won't return... (beat)
And I guess it's just hard
for me to accept that there's a
reality out there where you never
loved me...
Worf is moved by her words.
He cares about this woman... and he has a great
deal of affection for her.
WORF: Deanna... I have always
considered you a close friend.
And although I have never
seriously considered a
romantic relationship... I am not
opposed to the possibility...
Troi looks at him.
TROI: And what about our
children?
WORF(reacts): Children...
TROI: You didn't know?
Worf looks disturbed.
WORF: When the last shift
occurred in Sickbay, we did not have
children...
He sits down heavily -- he
wasn't prepared for this.
TROI: We have a little girl...
Shannara. She's two years-old. And we
have a three year-old boy.
Eric-Christopher.
Worf takes this in, then
realizes...
WORF: What about Alexander?
She looks at him blankly.
TROI: Alexander?
And it's clear -- in this
reality, Alexander does not exist.
WORF: He was my son... in another
reality.
A beat as they absorb this
strange and disturbing situation. And finally,
there are no words to describe what they're feeling.
Slowly, impulsively, Troi moves into Worf's arms.
He places his arms around
her and they embrace. As they hold one another...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
Holding position near the
QUANTUM FISSURE. The Enterprise is sending out a
thin ENERGY BEAM into the fissure.
INT. BRIDGE
Riker, Troi, Data,
Cardassian N.D. at their stations. Worf looks on as Wesley
works the tactical console.
WESLEY(to Worf): I've used a differential
pulse to analyze over ten million
quantum states within the
fissure... but I still haven't found the
one with your signature.
(beat) This may take some time,
sir.
Data reacts to something on
his console.
DATA: Captain -- there is a
Bajoran ship approaching.
Reactions.
RIKER: Red Alert.
The ship goes to RED ALERT.
(NOTE: Red Alert SOUND is different from before.)
Worf moves to command.
WORF: Sir... the
Bajorans?
Riker looks at him,
realizes that Worf is unaware of what's been happening in
this reality.
RIKER: Ever since the Bajorans
overthrew the Cardassian Empire,
they've been getting more and more
aggressive. (beat)
Yesterday they destroyed
one of our subspace telescopes...
they thought we were using it to
spy on them.
Worf considers this.
WESLEY: They're charging their
weapons, sir...
WORF: Shields!
Suddenly, the ship is
ROCKED HARD.
RIKER: Return fire!
Wesley works, reacts to his
console.
WESLEY: Captain, they've damaged
our power systems -- it's caused an
energy surge within the subspace
pulse.... (off console)
The quantum fissure is
beginning to destabilize.
RIKER: Can you disengage the
pulse?
WHAM! The ship is JOLTED.
WESLEY(off console): Too late, sir.
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
As the quantum fissure
RIPPLES slightly, and EMITS A COLORFUL FLASH OF LIGHT.
Suddenly, ANOTHER ENTERPRISE APPEARS... and a second
later, A THIRD ENTERPRISE APPEARS.
INT. BRIDGE (OPTICAL)
The Viewscreen shows the
other two Enterprises.
RIKER: What the hell's happening?
DATA(off console): The barriers between
quantum realties are breaking down.
Other realties are emerging into
our own.
On the viewscreen, we see
yet another ENTERPRISE APPEAR -- and ANOTHER. OFF our
shocked reactions...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISES (OPTICAL)
An amazing sight: HUNDREDS
of ENTERPRISES can be seen stretching off into the
distance, some of them close, others distant points of
light.
INT. BRIDGE
As before. Everyone staring
at the Viewscreen in disbelief.
WESLEY(off console): The Bajoran ship is
disengaging.
Data studies his console.
DATA: The rate of quantum
incursions is increasing exponentially.
(beat) At this rate, the sector
will be completely filled with
Enterprises within three days.
Reactions to this bizarre
predicament.
WESLEY(off console): Sir -- we are receiving two
hundred eighty-five
thousand hails from other ships.
RIKER: I wish I knew what to tell
them... (beat)
Data -- can we stop these
incursions?
Data quickly thinks -- then
looks at Worf.
DATA: Perhaps -- if we find the
ship which matches Commander
Worf's quantum signature.
RIKER: How would that help?
DATA: It was Worf's shuttlecraft
which traversed the fissure and
weakened the barriers between
quantum realities. If he re-enters
the fissure in his original
shuttle, and emits a broad-spectrum
warp field -- it may be enough
to seal the fissure and stop
additional realities from emerging
into our own.
RIKER: Then what? How do we get
the Enterprises that are
already here back to where they belong?
DATA: In theory, the act of
sealing the fissure should also restore
the barriers between quantum
states. (beat)
The ships would return to
their own realities.
Riker considers, then --
RIKER: Lieutenant Crusher, send
out a general hail to all ships.
(to com) This is Captain Riker of
the Enterprise... that is, the
Enterprise which is indigenous to
this universe. We have all
encountered a quantum
anomaly. We think we have a way to
return all of us to our proper
realities. We need to find the ship which
exhibits a particular
quantum signature. Our Mister Data
will transmit the signature to
you now.
Riker nods to Data, who
quickly works. A long beat goes by.
RIKER: Anything?
WESLEY(off console): There's too much com
traffic, sir... it's tough to
isolate who's talking to who...
(beat) Wait. Here it is... one
ship is responding...
RIKER: Onscreen.
INCLUDE VIEWSCREEN
(OPTICAL) As PICARD APPEARS. He's
standing on the Bridge of another Enterprise. In the
background, we see Riker and Worf (gold uniform) at
their usual positions. Riker reacts to the sight
of his old Captain.
PICARD: Captain... we appear to
have the quantum signature you're
looking for.
RIKER: Data believes that by
sending Worf through the fissure again,
it would send all of us to our
own realities.
Picard nods.
PICARD: Our Data has said the same
thing.
RIKER: We need you to send us your
shuttlecraft Borges.
PICARD(nods): We'll prepare to launch it
now.
Riker eyes Picard.
RIKER: It's... good to see you
again, Captain. It's been a long
time.
Picard glances over his
shoulder at his Riker, a little confused. OFF the strange
moment...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISES (OPTICAL)
As before -- hundreds of
Enterprises, as far as the eye can see.
INT. SHUTTLEBAY
Later. Riker, Worf and Troi
ENTER and walk up to Data, who is closing a panel on a
SHUTTLECRAFT.
RIKER(re: shuttle): Did they send the right
shuttle?
DATA: Yes. Its quantum signature
matches Commander Worf's
precisely. (to
Worf) I have re-modulated the
shuttle's engines to emit an inverse
warp field. You will need to
activate the field at the precise
moment you enter the fissure.
WORF: Assuming it works... what
will happen? Will I find myself
near my own ship?
DATA: That is one possibility.
However, the uncertainty principle
dictates that time is a variable in
this equation. You may end up
several days before this event --
or several days after it.
There is no way to tell.
Worf nods.
WORF: I understand.
RIKER: Good luck.
Worf nods and turns to Troi.
He gently touches her cheek.
WORF(quiet): Goodbye, Deanna.
Troi leans over and kisses
him on the cheek. A moment between them... then Worf
turns and enters the shuttle. As the door starts to
close...
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
As the Shuttlecraft LEAVES
the ship...
INT. SHUTTLECRAFT
Worf at the controls.
WORF(to com): Setting course for the
fissure...
RIKER'S COM VOICE: Acknowledged.
Suddenly, the shuttle is
JOLTED.
INT. BRIDGE (OPTICAL)
Riker, Data, Wesley, Troi
at positions. Red Alert.
WESLEY: Captain -- the shuttle is
under attack!
RIKER: The Bajorans again?
WESLEY: No sir -- it's one of the
Enterprises. (beat)
They're hailing us.
RIKER: On screen.
On the Viewscreen, we see
another CAPTAIN RIKER standing on the Bridge of
another Enterprise. He looks haggard, terrified about
something. Worf can be seen behind him -- he also looks
urgent. The ship is DARK, smokey, lit only by
emergency lighting. A panel explodes in the
b.g.
RIKER ON VIEWSCREEN(urgent): We won't go back! You don't
know what it's like in our
universe. The Federation is gone --
the Borg are everywhere! We're one
of the last ships left! Please,
you've got to help us!
A difficult moment.
RIKER: I'm sorry. There's no
choice. If this works, everything will
return to --
RIKER ON VIEWSCREEN: No! We won't go!
The transmission ENDS.
WESLEY: They're firing on the
shuttle!
RIKER: Open fire! Try to disable
them!
Wesley works...
EXT. SPACE - THE TWO
ENTERPRISES (OPTICAL)
One of the ships FIRES
TORPEDOES on the other.
INT. BRIDGE (OPTICAL)
As before.
WESLEY(off console): Direct hit... their shields
have collapsed... their engine
core's overloading --
On the Viewscreen, the
other Enterprise EXPLODES in a blast of fiery debris --
completely destroyed.
RIKER: What happened?
WESLEY(off console): It looks like their ship
had already taken heavy damage
-- their warp containment
field must have been weak.
RIKER: Probably from fighting the
Borg...
DATA(to com): Captain -- Worf is entering
the fissure.
INT. SHUTTLECRAFT
(OPTICAL)
As before. But now we can
see the QUANTUM FISSURE through the windows as the
shuttle gets closer...
WORF(to com): Charging primary systems...
initiating inverse warp
field...
Worf taps a control. The
shuttle starts to TREMBLE... NEW ANGLE (OPTICAL) As DOZENS of WORFS APPEAR,
all identical but moving slightly out of synch with
one another -- like an "infinity mirror"
of Worfs moving together... The SCREEN WASHES OUT IN A
FLASH OF COLOR --
INT. SHUTTLECRAFT
Worf is lying on the floor,
unconscious. His eyes flicker open... and he sits
up and glances around. He rushes to helm, looks out
the windows... sees nothing but stars...
EXT. SPACE - THE
SHUTTLECRAFT (OPTICAL)
The Enterprises are gone --
the shuttle sits alone in space.
INT. SHUTTLECRAFT
Worf taps a control.
WORF(to com): Worf to Enterprise.
PICARD'S COM VOICE: Enterprise here.
WORF: Captain -- is everything
alright?
PICARD'S COM VOICE: Yes, Lieutenant. Is there a
problem?
WORF: I do not believe so. But I
will explain when I arrive.
PICARD'S COM VOICE: How was the Bat'leth
tournament?
Worf glances around the
shuttle, sees the large Klingon trophy from the Teaser
sitting nearby. He grabs it and eyes it with relief.
WORF: I won... "Champion
Standing."
EXT. SPACE - THE
ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
at impulse.
INT. CORRIDOR
Worf and Riker are walking
along, mid-conversation. Worf is carrying his
Bat'leth sword and trophy, as seen in the Teaser.
RIKER: So you don't think this...
quantum fissure is anything we have
to worry about?
WORF: No. I believe the inverse
warp field resealed it.
RIKER: I look forward to reading
your report.
They stop at Worf's
quarters. Worf eyes the door warily -- he knows what's
coming.
RIKER: Something wrong?
WORF: I know what you are
planning. (off his look)
I will not be surprised.
RIKER: Surprised? I don't know
what you're talking about.
WORF(wry): Of course you don't.
Riker looks at him,
puzzled. Worf touches a control and the doors open...
INT. WORF'S QUARTERS -
CONTINUOUS
Worf ENTERS and glances
around. No one's there. He sets down his trophy and
sword and heads to the bedroom... pauses by the
door expectantly, then bursts into the room --
NEW ANGLE - BEDROOM The room is empty except
for Troi, who is standing by a small terrarium. She
looks up, a little startled.
TROI: Worf... welcome home.
She smiles. Worf eyes her
with concern -- and for a terrible moment it looks
like they might still be married. Troi indicates the
terrarium.
TROI: I hope you don't mind I let
myself in. I promised Alexander
I'd feed his Dalvin hissing beetle
while you were both away.
WORF: So... you do not live here?
She looks at him in
surprise.
TROI: What is that supposed to
mean?
WORF: It is a... long story.
She hands him a small GIFT.
TROI: Happy birthday.
(beat) Will wanted to give you a
surprise party, but I knew you'd
hate it... so I talked him out of it.
WORF: Thank you.
There's an awkward beat.
TROI: Well... I know Klingons
like to be alone on their birthdays.
(with humor) I'm sure you have to
meditate, or hit yourself with a pain
stick or something.
She turns to go...
WORF: Deanna... you do not have
to leave.
TROI: Oh?
WORF: I have not had dinner.
Would you care to... join me?
Troi is touched, and a
little surprised.
TROI: I'd love to.
Worf smiles at her and
indicates a chair. Troi sits down. As Worf moves to the
replicator and the two friends prepare for
dinner...
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