Captain's Log, Stardate 43957.2.
We are charting an unexplored star system
within the Zeta Gelis Cluster.
This routine assignment has made
for a refreshingly quiet time aboard the Enterprise.
That's her.
WORF: Which one?
LA FORGE: The one on the right.
Don't stare.
Why not?
Because she'll see.
Good.
You must let her see the fire in your eyes.
But what would I say?
Words come later.
It is the scent that first speaks of love.
Thanks, Worf.
That helps a lot.
Hi, Geordi.
Hi.
So, how have you been?
Good, uh...
( sighs )
How are things down in Engineering?
Fine, they...
( growls softly )
They-They've been fine.
Well, I'll see you around.
( sighs )
I have much to teach you about women.
RIKER: Mr. La Forge, report to Transporter Room Three.
What's this all about, Commander?
Sensors have discovered a small one-man spaceship
crashed on the planet.
We've picked up life-signs--
humanoid, very faint and fading.
DATA: Radiation levels within acceptable limits.
LA FORGE: We can beam him out from under there.
Get him right up to Sick Bay.
He's not stable enough for transport.
There's damage to his brain stem.
Autonomic functions are failing.
His heart needs active neural feedback.
It can't regulate itself.
I need a volunteer.
Right here.
I'm going to hook up your nervous systems
through the tricorder.
Your brain will regulate both systems.
That should stabilize him
long enough to get him up to the ship.
Take deep, regular breaths.
If anything goes wrong
I'll break the connection.
Okay.
( gasps )
Geordi.
I'm fine. No problem.
Transporter Room.
Three to beam directly to Sick Bay.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission--
to explore strange new worlds
to seek out new life and new civilizations
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
Autonomic responses are still low.
Begin cardiostimulation.
60 cc's of inaprovaline.
Massive infection is setting in.
Use the protodynoplaser to stabilize his immune system.
We need to design a virus
that can infiltrate his cell structure
and boost his ATP production.
What about Commander La Forge?
He's waiting in the diagnostic center.
I need you to give him a full bio-scan.
See if there's any residual effect
from that energy discharge
during the neurolink.
Keep his arm in cryogenic stasis
until the vital signs are strong enough
for surgical procedures.
From the size and shape of the wreckage
it appeared to be some kind of an escape pod.
Their control system was badly damaged
which is probably what caused the crash.
An escape pod?
Then he couldn't have traveled very far.
Mr. Data, are there any other signs of ships in the area?
I am picking up a scattering of debris
in extended orbit around the planet.
It reads as refined metals and other synthetic compounds.
The remains of a larger vessel.
He must have left in the pod
before the ship was destroyed.
Sensors show trace elements in the debris
that would indicate phaser fire
was recently exchanged.
Were you able to salvage anything else
from the escape pod?
This is all that was left from their computer system.
Mr. Data
can you access it?
It will take time, sir.
Downloading this into our system
will require fabrication of a matrix translator
to emulate the alien's computer system.
Keep me apprised of your progress.
Aye, sir.
Limb re-fusion appears to be successful, Doctor.
Tissue oxygenation is within norms.
Hmm. That's all we can do for now.
We won't be able
to test neuromuscular function for a few days.
( door opens )
Ah, Geordi.
Can I go now, Doc?
No need to keep you here.
Your bio-scan came out negative.
Could have told you that.
I feel great.
How's your patient?
( sighs )
I never thought he'd make it this far.
There was major trauma to his head and chest cavity
massive plasma loss and severe damage to most of his organs.
What are his chances?
I believe he's going to live.
I'm afraid I can't take the credit for it, though.
His body seems to have amazing recuperative powers.
The damaged tissue seems to be repairing itself
at a phenomenal rate.
There's one thing that troubles me, though.
What's that?
Take a look at this.
Cell regeneration.
Yes.
The thing is, it has nothing to do with the injuries.
These are undamaged cells that seem to be mutating.
Do you have a theory as to the cause?
No, I've never seen anything like it in my life.
There is a possibility
that it's part of his natural healing process.
I hope it is
because there's nothing I can do to stop it.
I'm telling you, Data, there's got to be some way
to decode the information in this thing.
I agree, Geordi, but the data matrix within the capsule
does not correspond to any standard format.
All we have been able to determine
is that the device contains
a chemically-based system for molecular energy encoding.
Yeah, and the computer still can't analyze
the specific chemical elements involved.
It's got to be part of the data processing system.
What if... it's a feedback loop controller?
The compact shape does suggest
a rapid chemical processing and storage capacity.
We found it near the escape pod's
instrumentation assemblage.
This capsule might process the ship's dynamic motions
and augment its manual control inputs.
You know, we could send it a few test signals.
Make it think the entire assemblage
was awake and operating.
An intriguing experiment.
The capsule might provide us with information
without the need to decode the storage medium itself.
Perhaps we should examine your theory immediately.
WORF: Less talk
more synthehol.
We came here to relax.
I am relaxed.
In fact, I've never felt better.
But you know, Worf, you're right.
The storage capsule can wait awhile.
See you, Patti.
Christi, you're not leaving, are you?
I was just on my way down to the arboretum.
Would you care for some company?
I'd love some, but I didn't think
you were interested in that kind of thing.
There are a lot of things
that you don't know about me.
( door opens and closes )
I've been tutoring him.
He learns very quickly.
CRUSHER: Medical Log, Stardate 43958.8.
I have removed patient "John Doe"
from the emergency bio-support unit.
In just 36 hours, most of his major organ systems
have regenerated themselves
to the point where they can now function on their own.
( gasps )
I am alive.
You certainly are.
Thank you for my life.
Tell me...
who am I?
PICARD: Captain's Log, Stardate 43960.6.
Our mission to map the Zeta Gelis Star Cluster
is proceeding on schedule.
Meanwhile, Dr. Crusher reports
that the recovery of the patient she has named John Doe
continues at a remarkable pace.
Are you experiencing any discomfort?
None.
I can feel the life returning to my body.
Your neurofibrowaves
are functioning almost normally again.
That puts you
about six weeks ahead of my original schedule.
That should give you and your colleagues
something to talk about.
You are all we've talked about
since your arrival.
I believe I'm ready
for the next phase of my treatment.
You are right.
It is about time you stopped taking up valuable bed space.
Now, these motor-assist bands will provide you
with electrical stimulation for your arms and legs.
They will help you to relearn
how to control your muscles again.
But remember
you've been off your feet for almost a month.
So, don't be disappointed
if at first your mobility is restricted.
Your limbs are still weak.
I appreciate your concern, Doctor
but I think I may surprise you again.
I feel strong enough to fly.
Whoa.
Perhaps I should concentrate on walking first.
Let's try it again, but a little more slowly this time.
Much more slowly.
I envy your reflexes, Captain.
I envy your strength of will.
Dr. Crusher has been keeping me informed of your progress.
It's really quite extraordinary.
I have an extraordinary doctor.
She gave me back my life.
I hope that I am worthy of her efforts.
Are you still unable
to recall anything about your past?
Unfortunately, Captain
my memories begin the moment I woke up in Sick Bay.
Dr. Crusher told me
you think I was in some kind of battle.
We're quite sure of that.
Have you any idea
how you came to be in that escape pod
or what happened to the ship?
No.
Believe me, Captain, it's a horrible feeling
not knowing who you are, where you're from...
Have you tried synaptic induction?
His neural nets don't conform to any known patterns.
Conventional neurotherapy has proven ineffective.
Hopefully, in time, his memory pathways
will reestablish themselves naturally.
That same pain?
Yes.
I think I've made enough progress for one day.
Not a relapse, I hope.
CRUSHER: This has nothing to do
with his previous wounds.
I think this has something to do
with the continuing mutation of his cell structure.
And you still have
no theory as to what's causing it?
It doesn't make any sense.
I seem to be a mystery, Doctor.
To you...
and to myself.
( clears throat )
Well, this is where I get off.
See you tonight in Ten-Forward?
Yeah, I'll be there.
Hello, Commander.
Miss Henshaw.
Bridge.
Deck six.
So, you and Miss Henshaw
have been seeing a lot of each other.
Every night this week.
Is that all?
I thought you'd been walking around
with that smile on your face a lot longer than that.
Well, I guess I have.
This whole last month or so
everything seems to be going my way.
I don't know what it is
but something sure has changed around here.
The only thing that's changed is you.
Me? I'm the same old guy I always was.
If you say so.
I don't remember the old Geordi
having that much success with Miss Christi Henshaw.
( chuckles ): Well... maybe I am a little bit more confident
than I used to be.
CRUSHER: What happened to you?
I was kayaking on the holodeck again.
You dislocated your shoulder.
Sit down.
I'll get the osteotractor frame.
Hi, Mom.
We still on for dinner tonight?
7:30 sharp.
I'll be right back.
( whimpers in pain )
Kayaking again?
Yeah.
How's my mom's favorite patient?
Judge for yourself.
Not bad.
Your mom promised me a tour of the ship tomorrow.
You may find this hard to believe
but Sick Bay can be
an incredibly boring place to be.
O'BRIEN: Hey, Doc!
I'm dying out here.
Don't worry, my friend.
You'll be all right.
The pain's gone.
It's completely healed.
I don't understand.
What did you do?
I don't know.
It was instinct.
I just touched him.
CRUSHER: I've run every test and scan on him that I can think of.
And yet, there's no physiological evidence
to indicate that he would possess such powers.
But then, there's so much about John that's a mystery.
You know, I really like him.
He does have a certain charm, doesn't he?
The entire medical staff has commented on it.
You seem a little taken with him yourself.
He has a strength and serenity that I find very attractive.
And yet, he's vulnerable.
I guess I find him... intriguing.
Seems like there's a little more to it than that.
Is this your way of asking me
if I'm getting romantically involved with him?
You said it, I didn't.
My feelings towards him aren't romantic...
exactly.
I mean, I know that the doctor-patient relationship
can sometimes create a false sense of intimacy
but this... is different.
There's an almost
spiritual connection.
( sighs ): I guess I'm not making any sense, am I?
I think I understand.
Data, I was thinking about the storage capsule last night
and I was wondering.
What if we've been going about this thing the wrong way?
We've been trying to analyze its mechanical properties.
What if it's a biochemical storage medium?
Are you suggesting that it employs
memory RNA, like an organic cell?
Well, it does contain quantities of nucleic acids.
Perhaps the information sequences are encoded
in the molecular patterns themselves.
Computer, scan the storage capsule.
Analyze molecular sequences on nucleic acid chains.
Well, what do you know?
A navigational chart.
It appears that your hypothesis was correct, Geordi.
I knew it.
Captain.
You found something?
We've determined that the storage capsule
from John Doe's escape pod
contains navigational information.
Can you match these stars to our charts?
Computer, run transformational matrix calculations.
Match navigational referents to known stars in this sector.
COMPUTER: Information on this sector is incomplete.
No correlation.
I'm not giving up yet
not after coming so close to cracking this thing.
You know, that might be flight path information
from John's ship, but without a frame of reference
I can't determine its origin points.
Computer, assume those paths are course corrections
and derive gravitational values
for stellar objects near those flight paths.
Most of these are ordinary G-type stars.
This would appear to be a neutron star
possibly a pulsar.
LA FORGE: Which means that this might be a rotational time reference.
Computer, assume these symbols are pulsars.
Translate associated values
into standard temporal notations.
Computer
is there a pulsar with a rotational period
of 1.5244 seconds within sensor range?
Affirmative.
Bingo!
Now, Computer, overlay navigational chart
using referenced pulsars
and project a flight path back to its origin.
Flight path originated at bearing 003 mark 015.
Distance 2.3 parsecs.
That's it, Captain.
That's where John Doe came from.
That bearing is almost directly along our planned course, sir.
Good. Then, we can continue our mission
without significant interruption.
Home?
PICARD: Yes.
Using the information we found in your escape pod
we may be able to return you to your people.
I cannot go back.
Why is that?
You must not
take me home, Captain.
CRUSHER: John
your memory-- has it returned?
All I know is that we came out here to escape.
Escape?
There were others with you?
Yes, I was not alone.
But what happened to the others
or what we were escaping from, I cannot remember.
But I do know you must not take me back.
Not yet!
We'll not arrive in your star system
for at least three weeks.
That will give us plenty of time to discuss this further.
Hopefully, by then
you will have regained more of your memory.
You're right.
Of course, Captain.
I apologize for my outburst.
It's...
it's understandable.
( door opens and closes )
( gasps )
( conversation and laughter )
This ship is astounding.
It seems to stretch on without end.
We can see the rest of it some other time.
This is your first day out of Sick Bay
and I don't want you to overexert yourself.
This looks like an ideal place to rest.
My thoughts exactly.
Truly remarkable.
What is?
These people.
They're all so different from one another
and, yet, they work together freely.
That surprises you?
It is... new to me.
My people are different somehow.
If only I could remember.
Yesterday...
for one... terrifying moment, there was clarity.
You mean the energy pulse?
Yes. For that moment
my purpose seemed clear.
And then it was gone.
The pain... the energy pulse...
must be linked to the cell mutation in the body.
Oh, I wish I could help you find the truth.
Beverly, you've done so much for me.
I only wish there was some way I could repay you.
But you have.
The friendship we've developed has made me very happy.
The rapport that exists between us
also means a great deal to me.
But...
I am on some kind of a journey.
Whatever brought me here...
whatever is happening to my body is all part of that journey.
And I must complete it...
before... any other consideration.
( console beeping )
Sir, I am reading a vessel on long-range scanners.
It is coming from sector 9569.
What configuration?
Impossible to identify at this distance.
However, it is on an intercept course.
Captain
the ship is traveling at warp 9.72.
Warp 9.72?
Time till intercept?
At present course and speed, ten hours, 53 minutes.
Try and hail them, Mr. Worf.
No response, Captain.
Keep monitoring their approach.
Repeat the hail every half an hour.
Aye, sir.
Whoever they are, they're in a big hurry to get here.
( alarm beeping )
Dr. Crusher, medical emergency, room four.
( labored breathing )
I can't make it stop.
John, tell me.
Is it worse than before?
Much worse.
Should I get something for the pain?
No. The readings are fluctuating too wildly.
Besides, it wouldn't do any good.
His entire cell structure is transforming.
I have to leave, Beverly.
John, where do you have to go?
I must get off this ship.
That's impossible.
Not in your condition.
I must!
Security.
Okay, let's realign the magnetic inducer
on the starboard nacelle.
( groaning )
John.
Leave the control booth immediately!
( warning Klaxon sounds )
John, listen to me.
You must come down.
I'll try to help you.
Step away from the controls.
Get back.
Please stay away.
I have no wish to harm you
but you must return to Sick Bay immediately.
No. Do not come any closer.
I cannot control what is happening to me.
( yells )
( tricorder beeping )
( steady tone )
His neck is broken.
No life signs.
Sick Bay
form a resuscitation team.
I have a code seven in Shuttle Bay Two.
Transporter room, stand by.
Hold it!
No, don't.
( inhales sharply )
Hold still.
LA FORGE: Doc?
I can't believe it.
There's no trace of injury.
You admit you were trying to steal a shuttlecraft.
JOHN: Yes.
So, I ask you again, why?
I don't know.
Unacceptable. You had a reason.
I want to know what it was.
Damn it, you nearly killed a member of my crew.
And healed him.
I'm not forgetting that.
That's the reason he's here and not in the Brig.
I warned him.
Told him it was dangerous.
Why?
Why was it dangerous?
What is happening to you?
I don't know.
The rate of metamorphosis is accelerating.
It's almost as if your body
is generating an electrical field
that's warping the tissue.
Who are you?
What are you?
I'm afraid...
for myself, for all of you.
I have to get away.
Isolate myself.
Whatever is happening to me, it's dangerous.
As Lieutenant Worf discovered.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
Captain, for the sake of your crew
let me go before this happens again.
John, I don't believe you're capable of harming any...
DATA: Captain.
The alien vessel is coming within weapon's range.
Its shields are up.
I'm on my way.
I want him kept under constant surveillance.
John.
I really want to thank you.
For what?
I don't know how, or even why
but, down on the planet, you gave me something
a... well, a new confidence.
I doubt I can take credit for that.
Perhaps I only helped you find something you already had.
DATA: Captain, on screen.
Alien vessel approaching
at half-impulse, sir.
Heading, 051 mark 114.
Raise shields.
Slow to one-third impulse power.
Bring us to 103 mark 025.
Mr. Worf, hail the alien vessel.
They continue to ignore our hail, sir.
DATA: They are scanning us, sir.
They are answering our hail, Captain.
On screen.
JOHN: Sunad.
You know him?
Yes.
I don't know how, but... he's dangerous.
I am Commander Sunad of Zalkon.
You are trespassing into our space
and you are holding a Zalkonian citizen.
I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard
of the United Federation of Planets.
We do not intend transgression...
You will return him to us immediately.
Sunad, this individual is a guest aboard our ship.
We found him dying in a shipwreck.
We have returned him to health.
Then you aided a criminal.
He is one of four escaped prisoners.
We eliminated the other three.
We thought this one dead as well.
Return him so we may complete our task.
Of what is he accused?
He is a disruptive influence.
He spreads lies.
He encourages dissent.
He disturbs the natural order of our society.
In what way?
That is not your concern!
I will give you two hours to comply.
RIKER: Tactical analysis.
The Zalkonian ship has a formidable armament.
Their weaponry is comparable to ours.
They're as fast as the Enterprise
and probably just as maneuverable.
Counselor, do they mean to carry out their threat?
I believe so.
Sunad's hatred for John was evident
but there's something else.
The Zalkonians are afraid of John.
Commander Riker, Counselor, Doctor.
John, I want you to join us.
Mr. Data, you have the Bridge.
Mr. Worf, stay at Tactical.
Counter any moves the Zalkonian makes.
Aye, sir.
I can neither confirm nor deny
what the Zalkonians told you.
They make serious accusations against you.
Their accusations may be true.
I don't know.
I don't believe that I am a criminal.
You understand the difficult position
in which I am placed.
Completely.
And I refuse to place your ship in danger.
If necessary, I will surrender to them.
But I am convinced
there is more at stake here than my life.
There is something... important I must complete.
My survival is vital.
( sighs )
If I could explain it, I would.
I will inform you of my decision shortly.
Captain
you can't seriously be considering...
We must consider all options
Doctor, and not let
our personal feelings impede our judgment.
You're going to tell me it's irrelevant
that we'll be sending him to his death?
Whether we approve of the Zalkonians' intentions
is not the issue.
But for what it's worth, I believe that John is correct.
That his existence has broader ramifications
than that of a simple criminal.
TROI: Sunad thinks so.
He feels personally threatened by John.
CRUSHER: Sunad called John
a "disruptive influence."
That's hardly a capital offense.
It's not up to us to judge their laws, Doctor.
I know how I would feel
if the situation were reversed--
if they were in our territory holding a Federation citizen.
The Zalkonians truly don't understand
our indecision about returning John.
In their eyes, we shouldn't even be involved.
But we are involved.
I saved his life.
For what?
So that they could chase him down
and take away that life again?
Picard, we will not tolerate more delays.
Commander, let me remind you.
We are on a mission of exploration.
Our purpose is to establish peaceful relations
with the civilizations we encounter.
We do not want relations with you.
If that is your wish, we will respect it.
We simply want you to leave Zalkonian space
as soon as you return the criminal.
Commander, we will leave.
It is not our policy to intervene
in the affairs of other cultures.
But before I return the survivor to you
I would appreciate a more detailed explanation
of what he has done to merit a death sentence.
As I said, it is not your concern.
Agreed, however
there are circumstances of which you may be unaware.
The survivor has suffered a memory loss.
He's, therefore, ill-equipped
to defend himself against your accusations.
There is no defense.
Our judgment is final.
There's something else.
Since his recovery, he's manifested unusual abilities.
What kind of abilities?
He apparently has the power
to heal injuries with a simple touch.
Lies.
And even
to reverse death itself.
Obviously, he has corrupted you as well.
I see I'm wasting my time.
( gasping )
( all gasping )
I can't breathe.
It's come back to me, Beverly.
I know who I am...
what I am.
Ready all weapons.
You will no longer harm these people, Sunad.
Fire upon that ship.
Do not be afraid.
I won't hurt you.
Kill him, Captain.
He's evil.
You could learn from these people, Sunad.
They do not fear me.
They don't know how dangerous you are--
you and the others like you.
That is what you and the other leaders
have maintained for generations, but it is not true.
Captain
my species is on the verge
of a wondrous evolutionary change--
a transmutation beyond our physical being.
I am the first of my kind to approach this metamorphosis.
They tried to convince us
it was a sickness we would never survive
that the pain and energy pulses would kill us.
They claimed we were dangerous, so they destroyed anyone
who exhibited the signs of the transfiguration.
We were protecting our society.
By murdering us?
You saw the mutations as a threat to your authority.
You were terrified of something you couldn't understand.
Some suspected that what was happening to them
was not evil.
Four of us decided to flee Zalkon
and let the metamorphosis take its course.
You hunted us down
killed the others, but I survived...
with the help of a kind...
and generous people.
( voice resonating ): There is nothing to fear.
You can join me.
All Zalkonians can.
Let me show you.
Don't touch me!
As you wish
but others will listen
now that you can no longer prevent me
from telling them the truth.
Those who are willing will follow me.
Sunad is back aboard the Zalkonian vessel, Captain.
My people are about to embark on a new realm--
a new plane of existence, thanks to you.
It is our mission to seek out life in all forms.
We are privileged to have been present
at the emergence of a new species.
Beverly, you gave me life
and more.
I do not have the words for my gratitude
nor my sorrow at leaving you.