Janeway gradually regains consciousness, and to pain as her head hurts from the wound she received. She finds she is in a room off the street. Outside she can hear street sounds and dogs barking in the distance. Looking round, she sees it is a poor home, an old man's hovel. Caylem is tending to her. Caylem: "Look who's awake. Rest. You must be thirsty, maybe hungry, or a little sleepy? Or shall I make... What shall I make?" He potters around. Janeway: "Where am I?" Caylem: "Oh, it hasn't been that long. I wish I had some... Oh, this'll do. Take this drink." Janeway: "Thank you." Caylem: "I'll fetch you some soup. Now, just lie down-" Janeway: "You're very kind but I-" Caylem: "It's alright. You're safe now." Janeway: "I really can't-" Caylem: "Ssh. Don't worry. Everything's alright now. My little girl is home." At those words, Janeway learns a lot about the old man's mind - he thinks she is his daughter! Janeway: "I'm very grateful for everything you've done for me." Caylem: "But you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for my sweet Ralkana." Janeway: "My name is Kathryn Janeway." Caylem: "Kathryn? That's an unusual name. Very pretty. I like it." Janeway: "I am a starship captain. It is very important that I contact my ship." Caylem: "Wonderful! Captain Kathryn of a glorious starship. Then what happens? Go on, I'm listening. I love your stories." Janeway: "It's not a story. It's a request. May I use your communications equipment?" Caylem: "Communications? Oh, er, we're not supposed to have any of that. The Mokra don't allow it." Janeway: "They can't have control of everything. Surely there's someone who has an illegal transmitter?" Caylem: "I know what you'd like - some talsa root soup." Janeway: "Can you at least tell me what happened to the other people I was with on the street?" Caylem: "You really should be more careful out there. The Mokra will pick a fight for no reason. I don't want you getting hurt again. But I saw the way you handled that...ugly one." He mimes it. "I couldn't have done any better. I'm so proud of you, Ralkana." Janeway: "My two friends - did the Mokra take them?" Caylem: "I'm afraid so." Janeway: "Where would they be taken, a detention centre?" Caylem: "The prison." She sighs. "Right. How do I get there?" Caylem: "Soup? Ralkana, you're forgetting the soup." Janeway: "I appreciate your hospitality, but I can't stay here. I've got to get to that prison." Caylem: "You're right. The time has come. Now we're together again, we can't wait another day. My beautiful and brave girl! The Mokra won't stand a chance against us." Janeway: "You're very kind to offer. But I didn't mean we'd be going together." Caylem: "You must eat. And rest. To get your strength back. We'll leave soon enough. We don't want to keep her waiting any longer than we have to." Janeway: "Keep who waiting?" Caylem: "She must miss you. So terribly. It's hard to bear. Thinking of her, alone in that dark cell. It's been difficult for all of us. Don't worry! We'll get her out! You'll see your mother again."

	Voyager orbits the planet.
	In Voyager's Briefing Room, there is a meeting between Chakotay and Third Magistrate Augris. Neelix and Augris' aide are also present. Augris: "Our world has come under attack before. You can understand our concern at finding strangers who arrive secretly from a hidden ship." Chakotay: "I assure you we have no hostile intentions." Augris: "I believe you. But some of my colleagues are cautious about dealing with disreputable ships?"
	Neelix: "What does that mean?!"
	Augris: "It seems you've been making more enemies than friends since you arrived from...the Alpha Quadrant, is it? Some think that even that story is a lie." Chakotay: "But not you." Augris: "Of course not. I'm here to help." Chakotay: "Then I'd like to talk to my crewmembers." Augris: "I'm afraid that will be difficult in the current climate of mistrust. Perhaps if you could tell us more about what brought you here, who you've been dealing with." Chakotay: "I'll consider that, after I talk to my crewmembers." Augris: "You're not making it very easy for me to help you. Let me see what I can arrange. It may take some time. Commander." Augris and his aide leave.
	Chakotay to Neelix: "Talk to your contacts again. I want an alternative to sitting here waiting for him to get back to us."

Augris is interrogating the prisoners in the detention cell. Tuvok: "Your question is based on a faulty assumption. I cannot answer it." Augris: "You cannot deny being in contact with the Resistance." Tuvok: "I deny that we are intending to supply them with weapons." Augris: "These lies are useless. We know you're helping the subversives. I want names." Tuvok: "I have none to give you." Torres bursts out: "We told you already! We don't know anything about the Resistance." Augris: "I've heard that many times, from many people." He orders the guards: "Take him!"

Torres tries to protect Tuvok but he prevents the futile struggle by telling her: "Lieutenant, stop. That will not help either of us."

Augris to Torres: "He's right." The guards take Tuvok away.

Augris re-enables the forcefield after Tuvok is taken away.

Janeway peers through the closely shuttered window. When Caylem returns, in somewhat of a hurry, she says: "I see soldiers out there. What's happening?" Caylem: "They're everywhere, searching the whole area." Janeway: "I don't want to cause trouble for you. I'll go as soon as it's dark." Caylem: "You've always been a troublemaker, ever since you could walk. I've never seen such a wilful child. But that's what I love most about you - your spirit. Now, don't worry. When they come through here, we'll be gone already." He looks through the possessions. "Your mother will want some of her things. Ah, a pretty dress to wear." Janeway: "They're only looking for me. You don't have to get any more involved than you already are." Caylem: "Why, if my precious girl is involved, then I am involved too. Do you remember this?" He holds up a pretty necklace. She always used to remember it on special occasions. I think today would count as one. You know what I think she would like even more is to see you wearing it." Janeway: "I couldn't possibly take it." But he puts it on her. She sighs, unwillingly accepting it. Caylem: "Careful. This won't heal if you move around too much." Janeway: "If you want to help, tell me about that prison. What kind of security do they have? Are there forcefields, detection grids, physical barriers?" Caylem: "Yes. All of it." Janeway: "What about guards?" Caylem: "Lots of guards. The Mokra make a big show of it, always bragging about how no one has ever escaped." Janeway: "Listen to me. I can't bring you to this prison with me. It's too dangerous." Caylem: "I'm not afraid." Janeway: "And that could get both of us killed. You have to stay here." Caylem: "If I stay here, I can't bring the letters." Janeway: "Letters? To the prison?" Caylem: "Letters. Don't you remember how we used to write to her together?" He looks through the box of letters. "Here they are. I still write them, every week since she's been gone. I've always known that one day I'd be able to, to give them her. I've never forgotten." Janeway: "These are all to your wife? How long has it been?" Caylem: "My last letter..." He hunts for it. "My last letter's not here. I found it three days ago but...it's not- I can't let her think I've stopped writing, that I gave up hope only days before- Ah, I'll write it again. My hand, my hand shakes sometimes. You write it so it looks nice." Janeway: "I'm very sorry. I have to go before the soldiers come." Caylem: "The last one... My last one was about... My memory isn't very good. No, I remember. I went walking in the morning. It was very cold. Tell her I wore my sweater. She worries about that sort of thing. And, and, and er, and I- And I what? And I saw they had torn down that old building where you and the other children used to play, and er... Tell her that it rained for two and a half days. I don't know if she can see the sky where they're keeping her. Erm, there was more. There was something about a friend, I... Why can't I remember? Tell her-" Janeway: "It's alright. She'll understand." Caylem: "Yes, yes you're right. She will. Please let me come with you." Janeway: "I'm sorry. That's not possible." Outside a Mokra officer's voice orders a patrol: "Take this one here!" There is banging on the door. "Open up! Open the door!" The banging turns to pounding as the soldiers get no reply. "Break it down!" the officer orders. They start battering the door down. Janeway: "Is there another way out? Caylem: "Here." He pulls aside a linen covering to reveal a hole in the wall under a table. Quickly they crawl through the hole and let back the linen covering.

Mokra soldiers burst in.

One takes up a guard position as the others look round. None of them is unaware that he is standing right by the escape route. His shiny polished black boots look incongruous amongst the poverty of the hovel.

The image map, by me, is based on Darod's door.