we are en route to noss' homeworld. as i prepare to say good-bye, i find myself experiencing a certain discomfort. tuvok. weird day. problems? i've spent the last two months wondering if i'd ever see b'elanna again. as far as she's concerned it's only been two days. rential i'm sure she would have experienced a deep sense of loss. you know something? i always thought that beneath that cold vulcan exterior lay a even colder vulcan interior but now, i'm convinced you're a hopeless romantic. there is no need to insult me, mr. paris. neelix: oh, here they are now. i was just getting noss' recipe for sauteed spiders. let's just say it's an acquired taste. bye, tom. ( sighs ) thank you. come on, neelix. oh. of course. i'm sorry. for what? i know how difficult this was for you... for us. i just wish things had been different. as do i. ( sighs ) live long and prosper, noss. vulcan master: infinite diversity... in infinite combinations. your training is now complete. have done well. thank you. you are now prepared to return to t

ahtara noss rohnay. i think i understoododhis one. he says the distress call came from his ship, not ours. we needed their frequencies. ee! something about dna scans. he wants to know why we w we there two years ago. two years ago? he probably means two days, sir. the phonetic processor is still having trouble locking on. atah hoss moor at! i'm not certain, but i don't think he's going to help us. they're fifty meters above us. fourty-nine.... the pumps. tell them to run scans on the bio-pumps that are hooked up to the corpses. they'll see they're not our technology. have them compare the power signatures to the ship that's about to land on our r rf. where are they, malcolm? they've stopped at about ten meters. i'm having trouble with the w wd "pumps," sir. i've got the processor searching for synonyms. loorah! atah hoss! the translator's not making a whole lot of sense to him, sir. he's getting frustrated. i think he's running out of patience. do it yourself. do what myself? talk to him. that's impossible, sir. i... i-i haven't even

- noss for 30 years. then one day about two years ago, gordon welles just walked out and left her. never even took his toothbrush. i guess he couldn't stand it no longer. he only stayed as long as he did on account of miss julia, i shouldn't wonder. - now, how was that? - well he was her beau to start with. then miss cordelia took him away from her. ha, i'll bet there's plenty of times that guy wished he stuck with his first choice. - well, that's interesting. it could be the house in the book. the perfect setting. - you know i ain't surprised that miss julia's wrote a book. i always thought she had plenty of wheels. she just ain't got what it takes to stand up to mi - two bits. anywhere in town for two bits. - well, only a quarter? - yeah. - i think i'll move down here. there you are thanks. - well thank you. - oh good afternoon, i'd like to see miss - good afternoon. your mr. vinton from new york. - how do you do miss pickering, it's awfully good of you to have - this is miss welles, mr. - thank you barney, that was very helpful but we won't keep you any longer. judson can carry