One turns, aware of her arrival and goes to shoot at her, so she has to shoot them.

Janeway: "Hold your fire! Drop your weapons." They do so. "Turn around slowly."

	One of the pair left, a male, asks: "You are not Briori?" Janeway: "No. I'm human." Male: "Human?!" The two look at each other, make a tacit agreement, then take off their helmets. "We're human. You're working for the Briori. They have ships like yours."
	Janeway: "I'll answer any questions you have but first we must take care of our wounded. Can we agree to end this?" Male: "Yes." Janeway: "I'm Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager." "John Evansville. This is my colleague, Karyn Berlin."

Berlin checks the condition of the human Janeway shot, but there is no hope.

	The badly injured Noonan is in the surgical bay in Sickbay. Doctor: "Severe trauma to the thorassic cavity, lacerated carotid artery." Earhart is fearful. "He's not going to make it." Doctor: "I wouldn't be so sure of that." To Kes: "Vascular regenerator."
	He activates the 'clamshell', the device that closes around the patient and which contains an array of specialised diagnostic tools and other medical equipment. The Doctor activates the vascular regenerator. "Hmm. He's not responding to the treatment. The alcohol level in his blood is so high it's inhibiting repair to his circulatory system. Attempting to compensate." Earhart hisses to Noonan: "Told you your drinking would kill you one day." Noonan: "She's right, Doc. Should let me die in peace."
	The Doctor operates while Noonan, no longer paying attention to him, decides to make the most of his last moments and turns to Earhart.
	Noonan to Earhart: "Just one thing I want to say to you first, even though it's four hundred years late. Amelia, I love you." Earhart: "Fred! You never said anything."
	Noonan: "You're married, or you were. I guess he's dead now. I just wanted you to know before I met my Maker." Doctor: "There. That should do it." Noonan: "Do what?" Doctor: "You're healed." He deactivates the 'clamshell'. Noonan: "You mean I'm not going to die?" Doctor: "Aside from a hangover, you're going to be fine."

Noonan: "Oh, Amelia, you gotta forget what I just told you. Promise me." Earhart: "Fred, I already have."

In Voyager's Briefing Room, Evansville demands of Janeway and Chakotay: "You've taken the 37's! Why?" Janeway: "I'm afraid I don't understand." Evansville: "You went into the shrine! You stole the 37's from the sacred altars and you disturbed the radio signal that we have been so careful to preserve." Chakotay: "Captain, I think he's talking about Earhart and the others." Janeway to Evansville: "Tell me more about the 37's. Are you one of them?" Evansville: "I'm one of their descendants. The 37's were brought here over fifteen generations ago by the Briori." Chakotay: "Who are the Briori?" Evansville: "They're an alien race. They abducted over three hundred people from Earth in the year 1937, brought them over here, turned them into slaves. But those slaves revolted, killed the Briori, took their weapons and their technology and survived. And now, there are over one hundred thousand of us. The Briori never came back. Now you answer me: why did you steal the remaining 37's from the shrine?" Janeway: "We didn't steal them. We simply revived them." Evansville: "Revived them? They're dead!" Janeway: "No. They were simply in a state of what we call cryostasis. That's a form of sleep that appears very much like death." Evansville: "Do you mean they're alive?" Janeway: "Yes." Evansville: "Our people have come to regard the 37's as monuments to our ancestors. Nobody has even entered their shrine for generations." Janeway: "Mr Evansville, we were hoping to find the ship that brought your ancestors here, possibly use it to get back to Earth a little faster." Evansville: "I'm sorry. The Briori ship was destroyed in the slave revolt. There's nothing left. Captain, I'm sorry to hear about your long journey home, but you should know that life on this planet is good. We live in three beautiful cities, only fifty miles from here." Janeway: "Oh, I'd like to see your cities." Evansville: "And I'd like to show them to you."

On Voyager's bridge, Paris is showing the helm Earhart. Earhart: "How fast?" Paris: "Warp 9.9. In your terms, that's about four billion miles a second."

Inevitably, aviator that she is, Earhart says, "Think I could take her out for a spin?" Paris: "Well, er..."

At that moment Janeway, Chakotay and Evansville emerge from the Briefing Room. Janeway: "Mr Evansville has offered to take us on a tour of the settlements. He's extended the invitation to the entire crew, and the 37's of course." Evansville looks in wonder at Earhart. "You, you're a 37?"

Earhart: "I guess you could call me that." They shake hands, an historic moment."

Evansville to Earhart: "It would be an honour to show you our cities."