![]() | On New Earth, Janeway is working late and concentrating hard, bent over the computer. She rubs her aching muscles. |
![]() | Janeway: "Guess I'm not used to that kind of work. My knots are getting knots."
Chakotay: "Here, let me help." |
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![]() | Gently and skilfully he massages her neck.
Janeway: "Ah, that feels good." Chakotay: "I've had a lot of practice at this. My mother used to get sore necks all the time. I was the only one she'd trust not to make it worse." |
![]() | Janeway relaxes fully. |
![]() | After a while Chakotay stops, realising that the massage has ceased to be just one friend helping another. The massage has become somehow more sensual, like caressing, and the moment physically intimate. |
![]() | Janeway realises the mood has changed and it now becomes awkward. She stands up and abruptly says: "That's much better, thank you. Well, I'm going to go to bed now. I'll see you in the morning."
Chakotay: "Sleep well, Kathryn." Janeway: "Yes. You too." She goes straight to her sleeping area and lies down on her bed. |
![]() | Chakotay reflects on what has just happened. |
![]() | Janeway lies in bed pondering about the growing closeness of her relationship with Chakotay. |
![]() | Chakotay looks across the room towards her sleeping quarters. He also is thoughtful. | ![]() |

![]() | Voyager arrives at the rendezvous.
On the Bridge, Kim reports: "Got something. Vidiian ship, bearing 325 mark 5." Tuvok: "Hail them." Kim does so. "They aren't responding. Trying on alternating frequencies." |
![]() | Paris: "I'm reading a second ship. 177 mark 5."
Kim: "Got it. Now a third." Paris: "They're surrounding us." |
![]() | Kim: "None of them are answering hails and their weapons are powered."
Tuvok: "Red alert." |
![]() | Voyager has fallen into a trap! |

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