Starfleet Headquarters.

In a room at Starfleet Headquarters, Lasca and Kim are waiting to make a presentation. Kim does not know what the meeting or presentation is about. Lasca misinterprets his anxiety. "Relax, Harry. If all goes well, you'll walk out of this room a Lieutenant. Let me see that warp coil schematic." Kim: "The what?" Lasca: "The coil diagram, the one with the new plasma flow equations." Kim: "I forgot to bring it." Lasca: "Forgot? Harry, we need that diagram to show we've worked out the dilithium fracture problem." Kim: "I'm sorry." Lasca: "Well, we'll just have to improvise."

Admiral Strickler and two others enter and take their seats. Strickler: "Good morning. I have a meeting at 1100 hours with the head of Starfleet Security. She doesn't like to be kept waiting. Let's get this underway, Lieutenant Lasca." Lasca: "Thank you, Admiral."

	Lasca goes to the wall-mounted LCARS display panel and calls up a schematic. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the new runabout Yellowstone. It's equipped with tetryon plasma warp nacelles and designed for a variety of mission profiles."
	Strickler: "Yes, Lieutenant. I've looked over your specifications. It's an interesting design, but how do you propose to address the dilithium fracture problem? Tetryon plasma tends to disrupt subspace."
	Lasca: "I'm actually glad you asked that question, sir. We've been working on the problem for several weeks. I think you'll see that we've found an answer. I'd like to introduce you to the engineer who designed these new warp engines, and I might add he is the most promising engineer to come out of the Academy in a long time - Ensign Harry Kim." When Kim does not take up the presentation, he whispers loudly, "Harry!"
	Strickler: "Is there a problem, Ensign?" Kim: "Actually, sir, there is." Lasca walks over to Kim and places his hand very firmly on his shoulder. "Come on, Harry. Pull it together. We've been waiting for this for six months."
	Strickler: "Ensign, are you ill?" Kim: "Yes, sir. I'm very ill. I would like to continue this presentation at a later date." Strickler: "Well, unfortunately, Ensign, I'm leaving for a three-week tour of the Cardassian border in a few days. It will have to wait until after then."
	Admiral Strickler and the others leave. Lasca glares at Kim. "Harry, you better be dying." Lasca leaves in disgust.

Kim explores his office. He sees the framed awards on the wall.

Looking at the drawing board he surmises, "Guess I'm pretty good."

He sits at his desk. He notices a picture on the desk showing himself and Libby.

	Kim: "Computer, display my service record." The record for Harry S.L. Kim appears. (It could be Harry S.I. Kim.)
	He reads: "'Graduated Starfleet Academy stardate 47918. Requested duty on USS Voyager. Request denied. Requested transfer to Starfleet Engineering Corps. Transfer approved. Starship design specialist. Awarded the Cochrane Medal of Excellence for Outstanding Advances in Warp Theory.'"
	He ponders this. Then, "Computer, access Starfleet's Science Academy database. Have there been any temporal anomalies in the space-time continuum reported in the last 48 hours?" Computer: "Negative. No temporal anomalies have been reported." Kim: "Computer, has there been any contact with the starship Voyager since it was lost in the Badlands?" Computer: "Information on USS Voyager is classified. Security level clearance 3 or above is required to access files."
	Kim: "No problem. It's my ship, or at least I thought it was." He enters the code. Computer: "Security authorisation accepted. Last recorded contact with USS Voyager prior to its disappearance was on stardate 48307.5." Kim: "Access Voyager crew manifest. Who was the operations officer on board?" Computer: "Ensign Daniel Byrd." Kim is thoughtful. "Danny."

Kim is back in San Francisco's Mission district but he is lost. He finds his way back to Cosimo's coffee shop. Cosimo: "Harry? What are you doing back so early?" Kim: "Oh hi. I wasn't feeling too well so I decided to come home." Cosimo: "Oh, you don't look sick to me. Off home for a little visit with Libby, are we? Ah, to be young! Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." Kim: "Thanks," deciding to humour him. "Listen, I know this is going to sound strange, but I forgot to look at the street number when I left this morning. I don't remember which building I live in. Could you-" Cosimo: "Tell you where you live?" He laughs. "You're not playing a prank on your old pal Cosimo, are you?" Kim: "No, like I said: I haven't been feeling well and everything's kind of foggy." Cosimo: "Ok, ok, ok. Well, you live right over that. Fourth floor, apartment 4G." Kim: "Thanks." Cosimo: "Harry, don't look concerned. Everything's going to work out. You've a wonderful job, a beautiful fiancée, everything's going to be fine. Trust me, hmm?" Kim leaves him to find his way home.

Kim arrives home. Libby: "Hello, who's there?" Kim: "It's just me, Libby." Libby: "Harry? Are you ok?" Kim: "Yeah. I'm fine." Libby: "You feel a little warm. God, you're tense. Why don't you tell me what happened today?" Kim: "Nothing. Everything. I'm not sure what happened." Libby: "But Harry, forget about work. Try to relax. You're home now. What can I do to help?" Kim: "Just tell me you love me." Libby: "Hey, I tell you that every day. Aren't you getting sick of hearing it?" Kim: "No. In fact, pretend I haven't heard you say it in a long time. Pretend that we haven't seen each other for months." Libby: "Ok. I love you, Harry. Welcome home. So, if we haven't seen each other for months, where have you been?" Kim: "Oh, on a starship, thousands of light-years away." Libby: "A mission?" Kim: "Yeah. We got a little lost." Libby: "So lonely." Kim: "You can't imagine." Libby: "Tell me something. You didn't stop at Risa along the way, did you?" Kim laughs. "No. No pleasure-planet excursions, I'm afraid." Libby: "You thought about me the whole time?" Kim: "Every day. Every nanosecond." Libby: "Do me a favour? Don't ever leave me again."

In the night Kim wakes and gets up.

He sees his clarinet and holds it, enjoying fond memories of when he played it.

He sits at his desk and activates the computer and reads through USS Voyager's crew manifest. "Orlando, Parsons, Peterson, Platt, Porter. Wait a minute. Paris, where's Tom Paris? Computer, access service record of Starfleet Thomas Eugene Paris." He reads the record: "Convicted of treason. Sentenced to eighteen months at the New Zealand Penal Settlement. Paroled on stardate 48702. Last reported whereabouts: Marseilles, France." Libby has woken, put on a dressing gown. She comes over. Libby: "Harry. It's 4 o'clock in the morning. What are you doing?" Kim: "Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd catch up on some work." He turns off the computer. Libby: "When are you going to tell me what's going on?" Kim: "There's nothing going on, ok?" Libby: "You're not a very good liar, Harry. You've been acting strange all day, and I'm not the only one who's worried about you. Lieutenant Lasca called this afternoon. He said he's never seen you so agitated. So tell me there's nothing going on." Kim: "Libby, it's hard to explain right now. And I do want to tell you. But I need you to trust me." Libby: "I do trust you. I love you. That's why I'm marrying you. I would hope that you'd have the same trust in me." Kim: "Alright. This, this is going to sound a little crazy from your perspective, but I am not who you think I am." Libby: "Oh?" Kim: "All of this, it's not supposed to be happening. I don't belong here." Libby: "If you're having second thoughts about getting married, why don't you just say so?" Kim: "You don't understand. What I'm trying to say is: I'm from another reality." Libby: "Another reality?" Kim: "That's right." Libby: "Harry, you're starting to scare me." Kim: "I know. I'm scared too." Libby: "Maybe you should talk to a counsellor, a neurologist. There may be something wrong with you." Kim: "I will. But there's someone else I need to see first." Libby: "Where are you going?" Kim: "Marseilles, France." Libby: "What for?" Kim: "I've got to see Paris." Libby is confused. She does not know Kim means Tom Paris. "But you just said you were going to Marseilles." Kim: "It's a long story. Trust me, ok?" Libby decides and stops questioning him. She replies: "Ok."