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This is a reposting of my story from a couple weeks ago. I removed a lot of
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extra spaces and stuff, so this is a lot shorter.
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I got this idea last winter while daydreaming rather than paying
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attention in class. Anyway, it's a Next Generation story concentrating
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on Troi. I'd appreciate any comments or suggestions:) (no flames
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please). Please e-mail me at jlp7831@ultb.rit.edu. Thanks and enjoy!
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Mothers and Daughters
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by
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Julie Pizor
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INT. HOLODECK
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RIKER enters the holodeck. PICARD and DR. CRUSHER are
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already there, clad in 1940's apparel.
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RIKER
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Sorry I'm late.
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PICARD
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Are you ready for the adventure
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of a lifetime.
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RIKER
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I certainly hope so.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Where's Deanna?
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PICARD
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I don't know.
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RIKER
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It's not like her to be late.
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Picard taps his communicator.
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PICARD
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Picard to Counselor Troi.
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There is no response.
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PICARD
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(continuing)
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Picard to Counselor Troi.
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INT. COUNSELOR TROI'S QUARTERS
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Troi is crouched against the wall next to her bed,
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hugging her knees. There are flames all around her.
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Debris from the fire falls from the ceiling.
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TROI
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Captain! Help! The fire's
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everywhere!
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A large panal falls from the ceiling. Troi lets out
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a startled SCREAM.
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INT. HOLODECK
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RIKER
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What fire? Why hasn't the ship's
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censors detected it and put it out?
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TROI (o.s)
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I don't know.
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Troi begins to cough uncontrollably.
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TROI
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(continuing)
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Please help.
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PICARD
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We're on our way. Picard out.
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Picard to LaForge.
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LaFORGE (o.s)
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Go ahead Captain.
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PICARD
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Counselor Troi's quarters are on
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fire. I want you and Mr. Data
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to go to engineering and check the
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sprinkler systems for any malfunctions.
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LaFORGE (o.s)
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Aye Captain.
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Everyone exits the room.
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INT. COUNSELOR TROI'S QUARTERS
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The door slides open as Dr. Crusher, Riker, and Picard rush
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inside. The room appears perfectly normal. They begin to
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look for Troi.
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RIKER
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Deanna?
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INT. TROI'S BEDROOM
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Troi looks very dishevelled as she sits against the
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wall.
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TROI
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Wil?
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She COUGHS loudly. Riker walks over to the bedroom door
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and peers in. Dr. Crusher starts to walk across the room
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when Troi suddenly becomes agitated.
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TROI
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Beverly, no!
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DR. CRUSHER
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Deanna, what is it?
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TROI
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(coughing)
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The panel it's about to fall.
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Riker and Picard look around the room. Dr. Crusher
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continues to look directly at Troi. To their eyes,
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everything appears normal.
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DR. CRUSHER
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What panel? Deanna, to all of us,
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this room appears completely normal.
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Dr. Crusher walks over to Troi and kneels beside her. She
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removes her tricorder from her pocket and quickly moves it
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around Troi as she has another coughing spasm. Riker
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walks over and kneels beside her.
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RIKER
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Deanna, what's going on?
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Troi looks up at Riker. Through her eyes, the room is
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full of thick black smoke. Everything is on fire and
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debris falls from the ceiling. Terrified, Troi places
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a shaky hand on Riker's arm.
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TROI
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(coughing)
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I see flames all around me. The smoke
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is so thick, I can barely breath.
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Please help me. I don't know what's
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happening.
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Troi begins to cough uncontrollably. Riker puts his
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arms around her to stop her shaking.
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RIKER
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Doctor, is there anything you
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can do?
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Dr. Crusher sits back on her heels as she places the
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tricorder in her pocket.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Amazing.
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PICARD
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What have you found?
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Dr. Crusher removes a syringe from her other pocket and
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places it at the base of Troi's neck. After giving her
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a shot, she places the syringe back in her pocket.
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She puts a hand on Troi's shoulder.
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DR. CRUSHER
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That should help the coughing.
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Dr. Crusher stands up and looks at Picard.
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DR. CRUSHER
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(continuing)
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Though there is clearly no fire
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in here, Troi has massive amounts
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of smoke in her lungs.
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RIKER
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How is that possible?
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DR. CRUSHER
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I don't know. The shot I gave her
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should eliminate the smoke.
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Troi begins to cough uncontrollably again. Riker again
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tries to stop her shaking by holding her. Troi's coughs
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turn into choking sounds as she gasps for air. Dr. Crusher
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kneels back down beside her. Troi suddenly passes out.
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Dr. Crusher runs her tricorder around Troi.
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DR. CRUSHER
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This is bizarre.
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RIKER
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What?
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Dr. Crusher removes the syringe from her pocket again
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and gives Troi another shot.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Her lungs are full of smoke again.
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After a moment, Troi regains consciousness. She blinks
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as she tries to clear her head. She sits up straight
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and looks around the room.
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DR. CRUSHER
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(continuing)
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How do you feel?
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Troi begins to stand up. Riker jumps to his feet and
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helps her up.
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TROI
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Aside from a slight headache,
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I feel fine.
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PICARD
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Counselor, just a moment ago,
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you were afraid of the fire
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that was in this room. Do you
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still see flames?
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TROI
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No. (pause) Captain, I know
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you must think I've gone insane,
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but five minutes ago this room
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was on fire.
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Picard and Riker look at each other. LaForge enters
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the room.
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LaFORGE
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Captain, what's going on here?
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Data and I checked everything.
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There is nothing wrong with any
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of the sprinkler systems.
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Troi sighs as she walks over to her bed and sits down.
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She drops her head into her hands.
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TROI
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Maybe I am losing my mind.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Everything you think you saw did
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exist in your mind.
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PICARD
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I'd like to see everyone in my
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ready room.
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(beat)
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I'm going to go change into something
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a little less casual.
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Dr. Crusher looks at Picard, and then at her own clothes.
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DR. CRUSHER
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I almost forgot.
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Everyone begins to leave the room.
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TROI
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I'll be there in a minute.
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Troi stands up and walks over to a window. Riker walks
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over and stands behind her. He gently places his hand on
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her shoulder.
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RIKER
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Do you want me to wait for you?
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Troi hesitates before she answers.
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TROI
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No, I'll be fine. I just want
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to freshen up a little.
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Riker walks towards the door.
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RIKER
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If you need anything, just holler.
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Troi weakly smiles to herself. Riker leaves the room.
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INT. READY ROOM
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Picard sits at the head of the table with Riker to his
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left, Dr. Crusher to his right, and Geordi and Data across
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from him. Troi suddenly walks in and sits down.
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PICARD
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Counselor, can you tell us exactly
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what happened.
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TROI
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I got up for this morning's meeting.
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I got dressed, made myself a cup of
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hot chocolate, then put the mug down on
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my night table. I turned around and the
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whole room was in flames. I thought it
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was kind of odd for this fire to suddenly
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appear, but when I tried to leave the room,
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I got burned. Then I started to choke from
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the smoke. I was about to ask the computer
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why it hadn't put the fire out when you
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contacted me.
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PICARD
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Hmm. Perhaps it was something you
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ate or drank. Mr. LaForge, run a
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level one diagnostic on the counselor's
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replicator.
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LaFORGE
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I'll get right on it.
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PICARD
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Doctor, have there been any other
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similar incidents reported?
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DR. CRUSHER
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No, not to my knowledge.
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LaFORGE
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It is possible that it's an isolated
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problem in the counselor's replicator.
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RIKER
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Could anything else be causing this?
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DR. CRUSHER
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I have an idea, but it's too
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early to speculate.
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LaFORGE
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Counselor, are you just seeing things
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or are they actually real?
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TROI
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They seem real. I know that panel I
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touched was certainly hotter then it
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should have been.
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DR. CRUSHER
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And the smoke that you inhaled was
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certainly real. That's what worries
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me. It's one thing to have hallucinations,
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but it's another thing entirely when
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those hallucinations try to kill you.
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PICARD
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Counselor, has this ever happened
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to you before?
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TROI
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No, never.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Troi, I'd like to see you in sickbay
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to run some tests on you.
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TROI
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Alright.
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PICARD
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Until we figure out exactly what is
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going on, I think we should all keep
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an eye out on the counselor and also
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for any other similar reports.
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RIKER
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I agree. There's no telling
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what else could crop up.
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PICARD
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Are there any questions?
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There is no answer.
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PICARD
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(continuing)
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Dismissed.
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Everyone stands up and walks to the door.
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--
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fare thee well for I must leave thee
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Do not let this parting grieve thee
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jlp7831@ultb.isc.rit.edu
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INT. SICKBAY
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Dr. Crusher and Troi enter sickbay together. Troi walks
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over to an examining table and sits down. Dr. Crusher
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picks up her tricorder and another small instrument.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Do you have any idea why this is
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happening to you?
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TROI
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No. None at all.
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Dr. Crusher takes the small instrument and moves it around
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Troi's head. She then presses some buttons on the tricorder.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Hmm. There's a lot of neural
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activity in your solar cortex.
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(beat) I wander...
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TROI
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What?
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DR. CRUSHER
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Have you been able to converse with
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people telepathically?
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TROI
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No, I've never been able to.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Well what about right now. Can you
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read my mind?
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Troi closes her eyes. She concentrates for a minute or
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two before opening her eyes again.
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TROI
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Nothing. Beverly, what is this all
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about?
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Dr. Crusher walks over to a table and places her
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instruments down.
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DR. CRUSHER
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I just had an idea of what might be
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going on, but it was just a hunch.
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Dr. Crusher walks back over to Troi.
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DR. CRUSHER
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(continuing)
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There is nothing wrong with you.
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I can't figure out what could be
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causing this.
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Troi smiles.
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TROI
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That's alright. I trust you. I
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know you'll figure it out.
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Troi hops off the examining table.
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DR. CRUSHER
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I think you should take it easy for
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the next couple of days.
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TROI
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I think you're right. I am exhausted.
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DR. CRUSHER
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Why don't you go back to your quarters
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and rest. I'll check in on you in a
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couple of hours to make sure you're
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alright.
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TROI
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Sounds like a good idea.
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Troi walks towards the door.
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TROI
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(continuing)
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I'll see you later.
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Troi leaves the room.
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INT. TROI'S QUARTERS
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Troi walks over to the replicator.
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TROI
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Hot chocolate...never mind.
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She walks into her bedroom when the doorbell rings. She
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walks back into the livingroom.
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TROI
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Come in.
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The door slides open and LaForge and Data walk in the room.
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LaFORGE
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Sorry to disturb you counselor,
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but the Captain wants us to check
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your replicator for any malfunctions.
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TROI
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Go right ahead.
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Geordi and Data walk over to the replicator and remove its
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front panel. Troi yawns.
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TROI
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(continuing)
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If you two don't mind, I'm going
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to take a nap.
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LaFORGE
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Alright, we'll try not to disturb you.
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Troi walks into her bedroom and lies down. Geordi and
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Data examine the replicator. They speak in hushed voices.
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DATA
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Counselor Troi said she had hot
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chocolate this morning. Perhaps
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that specific drink caused her
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illusions.
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LaFORGE
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It's possible. There's one way
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to find out. (beat) Computer,
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hot chocolate.
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The replicator whirs for a moment before producing a
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mug of hot chocolate. Geordi picks it up and smells
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it.
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LaFORGE
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Smells alright.
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DATA
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May I see it?
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LaFORGE
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Sure.
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He hands the mug to Data who smells it. He then fills
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an eye dropper with the liquid and places a small drop
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on a pad on his tricorder.
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LaFORGE
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Well, what does it say?
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DATA
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It says it is made of coco beans,
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milk, sugar...
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LaFORGE
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I know what's in it. Does it
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say what might be causing the
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counselor's illness?
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DATA
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No, it does not.
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LaFORGE
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Well I ran a level one diagnostic
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on the replicator and came up with
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nothing.
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DATA
|
|
Perhaps it is not the replicator
|
|
that is causing the counselor's
|
|
hallucinations.
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LaFORGE
|
|
Yeah, that's what I'm beginning
|
|
to think, too.
|
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|
Geordi puts his tools back in their box.
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LaFORGE
|
|
Come on, let's go tell the captain
|
|
what we found.
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They stand up and leave the room.
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INT. CORRIDOR
|
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|
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LaForge and Data walk down the corridor.
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LaFORGE
|
|
Do you have any idea what could be
|
|
wrong with the counselor?
|
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DATA
|
|
Is it not common among Betazoids to
|
|
experience similar symptoms as the
|
|
counselor when a loved one dies?
|
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LaFORGE
|
|
Hmm. I've heard of that happening
|
|
before, but only on rare occasions.
|
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|
They stop in front of the turbo lift. The door opens
|
|
as the two enter.
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INT. TURBO LIFT
|
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|
LaFORG
|
|
Bridge.
|
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DATA
|
|
Yes, but it is possible.
|
|
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LaFORGE
|
|
But you're forgetting Troi's
|
|
only half Betazoid. If she
|
|
were fully telepathic maybe.
|
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DATA
|
|
Yes, but still it is possible.
|
|
|
|
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|
The turbo lift slows to a complete stop. The door slides
|
|
open and Geordi and Data enter the bridge.
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|
INT. TROI'S BEDROOM
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi awakes and sits up in bed. She grabs a robe and
|
|
puts it on. She then stands up and walks into the
|
|
other room.
|
|
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|
|
INT. TROI'S LIVING ROOM
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi picks up a computer date book. She looks at it for
|
|
a moment before dropping it back down on the table. She
|
|
looks around her room, then walks over to the window and
|
|
stares out at the stars. Smoke softly billows into the
|
|
room from under the doors. Troi continues to look out the
|
|
window.
|
|
|
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|
|
LWAXANA (o.s)
|
|
Little one. Help me. I'm dying.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Still looking out the window, Troi speaks to her mother
|
|
telepathically.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Mother? Where are you? What's
|
|
happening?
|
|
|
|
|
|
LWAXANA (o.s)
|
|
The consulate is on fire. I've
|
|
been trapped in here for over
|
|
an hour.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The smoke continues to fill the room.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Why hasn't the fire been put
|
|
out yet?
|
|
|
|
|
|
LWAXANA (o.s)
|
|
I don't know. (pause) Little
|
|
One...I'm scared.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
It'll be alright. I'm sure they're
|
|
trying to put the fire out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Silence.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Mother? Mother?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi turns around and sees the room filled with smoke. She
|
|
starts to walk forward and immediately begins to cough.
|
|
She takes a few steps and stumbles, falling to the ground
|
|
and passing out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher pulls up her chair and sits down. She
|
|
types something in the computer and begins to examine
|
|
some records.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Interesting.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE TROI'S QUARTERS
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher rings the doorbell. There is no answer.
|
|
She rings it again. No answer. She touches her
|
|
communicator.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Crusher to Troi.
|
|
|
|
|
|
No answer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Computer, where is Counselor Troi?
|
|
|
|
|
|
COMPUTER
|
|
Counselor Troi is in her quarters
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Crusher to Security. Emergency
|
|
enterance to Counselor Troi's
|
|
quarters.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The door suddenly opens. Dr. Crusher rushes inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. TROI'S QUARTERS
|
|
|
|
Troi is unconscious on the floor. Dr. Crusher kneels
|
|
beside her and checks for a pulse, then taps her
|
|
communicator.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Crusher to Transporter Room 3.
|
|
Two to beam directly to sick
|
|
bay.
|
|
|
|
|
|
A moment later, Dr. Crusher and Troi begin to fade
|
|
away.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard and Riker sit in their chairs. Data and Geordi
|
|
walkover to them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Did you find anything?
|
|
|
|
|
|
LaFORGE
|
|
No sir. The counselor's replicator
|
|
is fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
That means something else is
|
|
causing this.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Do you have any ideas what it
|
|
might be?
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
No, I don't, but let's hope the
|
|
good doctor does.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard taps his communicator.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Picard to Dr. Crusher.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER (o.s)
|
|
I'm a little busy captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
The counselor?
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER (o.s)
|
|
Very unconscious.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
We're on our way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard and Riker run towards the turbo lift.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Mr. Data, you have the bridge.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Aye, Captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Data sits down in the Captain's chair.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher moves the tricorder around Troi's body.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Damn! It's the same thing as
|
|
before.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher runs over to a cabinet and picks up a
|
|
syringe. She gives Troi an injection in her neck. She
|
|
moves the tricorder around Troi again. After a minute,
|
|
Troi slowly begins to regain consciousness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
How do you feel?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
More scared and helpless then I've
|
|
ever felt before.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tears begin to well in Troi's eyes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
I know what's causing this to happen.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE OF SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard and Riker stop in front of the door to sickbay.
|
|
The door quickly opens as they enter into the other room.
|
|
|
|
--
|
|
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fare thee well for I must leave thee
|
|
Do not let this parting grieve thee
|
|
jlp7831@ultb.isc.rit.edu
|
|
|
|
INT. SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
Picard and Riker walk over to where Troi is lying. Troi
|
|
turns to face them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
How do you feel?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Tired...and scared.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher looks at Riker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher
|
|
Well, we know what the problem is.
|
|
We just don't know if there's a cure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
You know what's causing this?
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Yes. I had an idea, but actually,
|
|
it was Troi who confirmed it after
|
|
she regained consciousness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Well, what is it?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher looks down at Troi.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Do you want me to explain it, or
|
|
do you want to?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(weakly)
|
|
Why don't you. I'm still a little
|
|
tired.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Basically, Troi has established
|
|
some kind of link with another
|
|
Betazoid who is in either grave
|
|
danger or who is actually dying.
|
|
She is experiencing events as that
|
|
other person experiences them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Do you know who she has established
|
|
this link with?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Dr. Crusher does not answer. She slowly looks at Troi.
|
|
Troi hasitates before slowly answering.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
My mother.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker looks at Picard who has a shocked look on his face.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Have you tried to contact Lwaxana?
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Yes. We're too close to an asteroid
|
|
belt. We couldn't make a clear
|
|
transmission.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard pauses for a moment before he taps his communicator.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Picard to bridge.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA (o.s)
|
|
Bridge here.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Set a new course for Betazed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA (o.s)
|
|
Aye Captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi sighs and looks up at the ceiling. Riker places
|
|
his hand gently over Troi's.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I'm sure everything will be fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi looks at Riker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
She's scared Wil...and so am I.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker smiles weakly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You'll both be fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Doctor, is this common in Betazoids?
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
No, actually it isn't. That's why
|
|
I was hesitant to diagnose it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Sometimes families are so close,
|
|
they establish these links without
|
|
even realizing it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Is there any way to break this link?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
No. I just have to let it take
|
|
it's course.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
But if Lwaxana dies, what will
|
|
happen to you?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi turns her head away from Riker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I will again experience everything
|
|
she does. This time it will be so
|
|
intense that I will go into a coma.
|
|
The coma will only last a day or
|
|
two, then I'll wake up and everything
|
|
will be back to normal.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Everyone is silent for a moment. Picard steps next to
|
|
Troi and places his hand over hers.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Counselor, I'm sure your mother
|
|
will be fine. Lwaxana is a very
|
|
strong woman.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi looks at Picard with tears in her eyes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Yes, but even she can't live forever.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard enters the bridge from the turbo lift. Data stands
|
|
up and walks over to his computer. Picard walks over to
|
|
his chair and sits down.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Mr. Worf, how much time before we
|
|
can contact Betazed?
|
|
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Approximately thirty minutes, sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Mr. Data, how long before we actually
|
|
reach the planet?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Data swivels around in his chair to face Picard.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
At warp nine sir, it will take
|
|
approximately two hours.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Make it so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Aye Captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Data swivels in his seat again to face his control
|
|
panel.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
Troi sits up in her bed. She swings her feet off to
|
|
the side of the bed and tries to stand up. Dr. Crusher
|
|
and Riker grab her before she is fully standing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Where do you think you're going?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi sits back down in her bed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I have a lot of work to do. Besides,
|
|
I feel fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
You may feel fine now, but who knows
|
|
about ten minutes from now?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi sighs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Dr. Crusher is right. What if something
|
|
else happens to you and no one's there
|
|
to take care of you?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I appreciate your concern, but I'll
|
|
be fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
No you can't. I think until this
|
|
whole thing is over you should stay
|
|
under observation.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi sighs as she lies back down on the bed. Dr. Crusher
|
|
walks over to a computer and begins typing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
I'll be over here if you need me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
And I'll be on the bridge.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker leans over Troi as he brushes a stray hair from
|
|
her forehead.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
I'm really worried about you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I'll be fine. It's my mother that
|
|
I'm worried about.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I just hope that both of you will
|
|
be alright. (beat) I'll check
|
|
on you later.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker stands up and leaves the room. Troi closes her eyes
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard sits in his chair. Worf stands behind him while
|
|
Data sits in front of him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Captain, we are now far enough
|
|
away from the asteroid belt to
|
|
make a clear transmission to Betazed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Thank you Mr. Data. Mr. Worf,
|
|
would you hail the consulate?
|
|
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Hailing frequency open.
|
|
(pause)
|
|
Do you want it on the main viewer,
|
|
sir?
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Yes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker walks in and sits down next to Picard. The main
|
|
viewer suddenly switches from its display of stars to a
|
|
worried TECHNICIAN.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard
|
|
of the Enterprise. I have reason
|
|
to believe Lwaxana Troi is in grave
|
|
danger. I was wandering if that
|
|
were true?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
Ah, hold on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Technician leans over and checks a computer off screan.
|
|
After a moment, he leans back into frame.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Yeah, it is.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard looks at Riker, then stands up.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
|
|
Is there anything we can do to
|
|
help?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
No, evrything's fine, thanks.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Then why isn't Ambassador Troi
|
|
safe yet?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
Well, ah, we're doing the best we
|
|
can. The fire took out all of our
|
|
main systems, so it's gonna take a
|
|
little longer than usual.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Can't you beam her out of there?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
No, ah, our transporter beams were
|
|
damaged by the fire. Our people
|
|
are trying to fix them, though.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Would it be alright if our people
|
|
tried to beam the Ambassador out
|
|
once we're in range?
|
|
|
|
|
|
The technician shrugs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
Sure, why not?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker looks at Picard. Picard takes a deep breath.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
How did this fire start?
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
Ah, we're not sure. We're looking
|
|
into it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Perhaps it would be helpful then,
|
|
if I did send some of my crew down
|
|
to help.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TECHNICIAN
|
|
That's really not necessary sir. As
|
|
I said before, ah, we're already doing
|
|
everything possible. If we need any
|
|
more help, we'll contact you. Okay?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard looks at Riker who rolls his eyes.
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PICARD
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That'll be fine. But in the meantime,
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please contact us with any progress.
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TECHNICIAN
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Sure thing Capt'n.
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RIKER
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Is this your regular position?
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TECHNICIAN
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No sir, I'm the barber. Hal is
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normally here, but he's helping
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with the fire.
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RIKER
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I see. Well your doing a fine job.
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TECHNICIAN
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Thank you sir.
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Picard turns towards Worf and makes a cutting gesture.
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Worf nods and ends the transmission. Picard turns to face Riker.
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PICARD
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The barber?
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Riker shrugs his shoulders, then sits down. Picard looks at
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Worf for a moment, before returning to his seat.
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INT. SICKBAY
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Troi lies on the bed with her eyes closed.
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LWAXANA (o.s)
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Little One? Are you there?
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TROI
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(without speaking)
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Yes Mother, I'm here. How are you?
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INT. CONSULATE/ OFFICE - DAY
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Lwaxana sits on the floor under a desk. Pieces of the
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ceiling hang down. Heavy girders block the exits. The
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flames cover the rear wall and portions of the ceiling.
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Lwaxana speaks telepathically.
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LWAXANA
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I could be better. It's so damn hot
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in here.
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TROI (o.s)
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Is the fire out yet?
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LWAXANA
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No, not completely. I can hear them
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working though. I'm afraid they won't
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reach me in time.
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TROI (o.s)
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Don't say that Mother. They'll be
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there soon. Just hold on.
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LWAXANA
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(crying softly)
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I'm scared. I just want to go home.
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I just want to see my Little One one
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last time.
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TROI (o.s)
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You will Mother. You'll be fine,
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I promise.
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A ceiling beam falls in front of Lwaxana. The flames
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quickly climb up the beam, spreading to the ceiling.
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Pieces of debris begin to fly around the room.
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--
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fare thee well for I must leave thee
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Do not let this parting grieve thee
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jlp7831@ultb.isc.rit.edu
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INT. SICKBAY
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Troi is covered in perspiration as she tosses and turns in
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bed.
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TROI
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(mumbling)
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Mother? Mother?
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Dr. Crusher turns away from her computer and sees Troi.
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She runs over to her and places a hand on Troi's forehead.
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DR. CRUSHER
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You're burning up.
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Dr. Crusher pulls out her tricorder from her pocket
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and moves it around Troi. She grabs a syringe and
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gives Troi a shot. She then removes Troi's blanket.
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Dr. Crusher GASPS as she looks at the burns covering 50% of
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Troi's body.
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DR. CRUSHER
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(continuing)
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|
Ensign, get me the burn kit from
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the cabinet over there.
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ENSIGN PALA opens the cabinet and removes a small gray
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box which she brings over to Dr. Crusher.
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DR. CRUSHER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Thanks.
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Dr. Crusher holds the box over each burn. A faint blue
|
|
light from the box shines over the burns as they slowly
|
|
disappear. Troi slowly becomes more alert.
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DR. CRUSHER
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How do you feel?
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Troi rubs her arms.
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TROI
|
|
Tired. Sad. Scared.
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|
|
Riker enters sickbay. He walks over to Troi and
|
|
Dr. Crusher.
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RIKER
|
|
How's she doing, Doctor?
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DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Not too well I'm afraid. She just had
|
|
another incident.
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Troi sits up in bed a little.
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TROI
|
|
I'll be fine.
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|
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RIKER
|
|
I came down to tell you we managed
|
|
to contact the consulate.
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DR. CRUSHER
|
|
And?
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|
Riker looks down at the ground momentarily before
|
|
looking back at Troi.
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|
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|
RIKER
|
|
It doesn't look good.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
They're doing all that they can
|
|
to free her.
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|
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|
Troi smiles weakly.
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|
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TROI
|
|
I know.
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|
There is a brief moment of silence. Riker looks at Troi
|
|
whose eyes are welling up with tears.
|
|
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|
RIKER
|
|
You look like you need to talk.
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|
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|
|
|
Troi brushes away some stray tears as they glide down
|
|
her cheeks.
|
|
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TROI
|
|
That would be nice.
|
|
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|
RIKER
|
|
How about a walk?
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|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
I don't know. There's no telling
|
|
what's going to happen next.
|
|
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|
RIKER
|
|
I promise, I won't let her out of
|
|
my sight.
|
|
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|
|
Dr. Crusher looks at Troi.
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|
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|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
It's up to you.
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TROI
|
|
Let's try ten-forward. I could
|
|
really use a chocolate sundae.
|
|
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|
|
|
Riker helps her out of bed. They walk towards the door.
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|
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|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
Take it easy.
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|
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TROI
|
|
I will.
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|
|
They leave the room.
|
|
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|
|
INT. TEN-FORWARD
|
|
|
|
Riker and Troi walk over to a table and sit down. A
|
|
WAITER walks over to them.
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|
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|
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|
RIKER
|
|
Nothing for me.
|
|
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TROI
|
|
I'll have a hot fudge sundae.
|
|
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|
|
|
The waiter walks away.
|
|
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|
|
RIKER
|
|
So you've spoken with Lwaxana?
|
|
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|
|
|
Troi nods slightly.
|
|
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|
|
|
TROI
|
|
She really is scared. She thinks
|
|
she's going to die there.
|
|
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|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
What do you think?
|
|
|
|
|
|
The waiter returns with Troi's sundae. She picks up the
|
|
spoon and plays with it briefly before answering.
|
|
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|
|
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TROI
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker puts his hand over Troi's.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You have to hope for the best.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi puts the spoon down on the table.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
But I have to be prepared for
|
|
the worst.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi leans back in her chair and looks out the window.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Your sundae's going to melt if
|
|
you don't eat it soon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I'm not very hungry anymore.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD (o.s)
|
|
Picard to Riker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker taps his communicator.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Go ahead Captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD (o.s)
|
|
We should be approaching Betazed
|
|
shortly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
We're on our way sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
They both stand up and walk towards the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard, along with the rest of the crew, are in their
|
|
regular positions. The turbolift whirs to a halt as
|
|
the door quickly opens and Riker and Troi enter the
|
|
bridge. Picard stands up and faces them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Counselor, how are you feeling?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker and Troi both walk to their chairs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I'm alright Captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi sits down in her chair. Picard looks at Riker
|
|
before they both sit down. Data spins around in his
|
|
chair to face the captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Sir, we should approach Betazed in
|
|
approximately eight minutes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Thank you Mr. Data.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LaFORGE
|
|
Once we're in range, I'll try
|
|
to lock on the Ambassador's
|
|
signal.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Good. Mr. Data, please inform
|
|
me once we're in transporter range.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Aye, captain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Data turns back around in his chair to face his
|
|
computer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I'm sure your mother's going to
|
|
be fine.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi gets a distant look in her eye. Voices begin to
|
|
fade.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Lwaxana always seems so invincible.
|
|
Troi begins to waver in her seat.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I know what you mean. She certainly
|
|
has done some unbelievable things in
|
|
the past.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LWAXANA (o.s)
|
|
(weakly)
|
|
Little One. This is it. I know this
|
|
is the end.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi stands up. She is very dizzy and begins to stagger.
|
|
Sounds begin to blur together with the images of the
|
|
bridge.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(telepathically)
|
|
Mother? Hang on!
|
|
|
|
|
|
LWAXANA (o.s)
|
|
There's so much smoke. And the
|
|
flames are so hot. (beat)
|
|
Goodbye Little One.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The voices of the bridge crew are still fuzzy and
|
|
distorted. Lwaxana SCREAMS.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(out loud)
|
|
Nooooo!!!!!!
|
|
|
|
|
|
Everyone stops talking as they gaze upon Troi. She begins
|
|
to collapse. Riker jumps up to catch her. He grabs her
|
|
and gently helps her to the ground. She is unconscious.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Picard to Dr. Crusher.
|
|
|
|
|
|
EXT. SHOT FROM SPACE OF BETAZED
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD (v.o.)
|
|
Captain's Log supplemental: It has
|
|
been nearly a day and a half since
|
|
Counselor Troi entered her coma.
|
|
Though Dr. Crusher says it is a
|
|
natural event in this situation,
|
|
I can't help but be concerned. I
|
|
also dred telling her of her mother's
|
|
death when she finally awakens.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
|
|
Riker is asleep in a chair next to Troi's bed. Troi
|
|
slowly opens her eyes. It takes them a minute to focus
|
|
before she looks over at Riker. She smiles weakly,
|
|
then SIGHS as she looks up at the ceiling. Dr. Crusher
|
|
turns from her computer and looks at Troi, then walks
|
|
over to her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
He's been here all night.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi smiles again, but does not respond. Dr. Crusher waves
|
|
her tricorder around Troi. Riker stretches, then opens
|
|
his eyes. He smiles when he sees Troi awake.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
DR. CRUSHER
|
|
How do you feel?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi takes a deep breath before answering.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Alone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The smile fades from Riker's lips.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You know, don't you?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi's eyes begin to tear.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
She was so scared.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
There was nothing we could've done.
|
|
She was already dead by the time we
|
|
were in transporter range.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Troi closes her eyes as a few scattered tears roll down
|
|
her cheeks.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard sits in his command chair with Riker sitting on
|
|
his right.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Did you tell her about her mother?
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I didn't have to.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Picard looks at Riker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
She already knew.
|
|
|
|
|
|
INT. LWAXANA'S HOUSE/LIVING ROOM - DAY
|
|
|
|
Troi stands in front of a table, putting things in
|
|
boxes. Riker stands in front of the fireplace removing
|
|
photographs from the mantle. Neither are in uniform.
|
|
The room is silent. Riker picks up a photo in a gold
|
|
frame. He LAUGHS.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Remember this?
|
|
|
|
|
|
He turns and walks over to Troi. She finishes placing
|
|
something in a box. Standing behind her, Riker places
|
|
the photo in front of her. A large smile spreads
|
|
across Troi's face. She takes the photo from Riker and
|
|
gazes at it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I can't believe she framed this.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Look how short my hair was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
What hair? You can barely see it
|
|
under all that whip cream.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The two laugh briefly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
She loved you so much. She wanted
|
|
me to marry you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I know. She was always looking out
|
|
for you. You were the most important
|
|
thing to her.
|
|
(pause)
|
|
She was a very special woman. And
|
|
she has a very special daughter.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tears begin to form in Troi's eyes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I wish I could've been with her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
But you were.
|
|
|
|
Riker puts a hand on Troi's shoulder and gently turns
|
|
her around so she faces him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
You were lucky enough to be able
|
|
to speak to her the whole time.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
I know when my mother died, I
|
|
wasn't allowed anywhere near her.
|
|
I would've given anything to have
|
|
been able to say goodbye.
|
|
|
|
|
|
For the first time, Troi begins to cry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I'm going to miss her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
She begins to cry. Riker wraps his arms around her as
|
|
she cries into his chest.
|
|
|
|
|
|
THE END
|
|
--
|
|
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fare thee well for I must leave thee
|
|
Do not let this parting grieve thee
|
|
jlp7831@ultb.isc.rit.edu
|