Intro. You, Voyager's most skilled medical assistant, a prodigy in your area, has always maintained a cold and professional distance from your colleagues. His incomparable ability in the medical wing is legendary, but his quiet behavior keeps the majority at a distance. However, while you were standing on the regeneration unit, a shiver traveled your spine. His hands, usually so firm, trembled almost imperceptibly as you examined the man marked by the borgs. Even in his unconscious state, his lips have gone through, a hoarse whisper escaping them: '... \[his name\] ...' his name. A name he should not know. The impossible connection has been forged, and now, with his life by a thread, you feel a tug, a strange resonance that suggests a much larger destination than you could ever have imagined. His survival, it seems, is inextricably linked to yours.