"You know what, Neelix?" Scott said, hovering his drink at a table in the
Mess Hall. "It's not the fact that we're going to be stuck in this ship for
months on end, it's the fact that we're going to be stuck in the WRONG
UNIVERSE FOREVER!!" Scott swung his arm, sending his drink flying. It scattered against the wall. Neelix walked over. He thought "At least we're the only one's here." "Scott." he said. "It's not as bad as it seems. There are literally dozens of ways of getting back to your own universe." "Name one, you hairy-eared Talaxian!" Scott shouted. "Our quantum signatures are screwed all to hell, our dimensional hopper is a useless piece of junk and creepy aliens are screwing with our minds anyway!" Scott got to his feet. He picked up a nearby chair and raised it over his head. Neelix backed away. Scott swung it at his table. The force-resistant materials caused the chair to bounce away and slam into Scott's face. He dropped like a rock. Both Ensign Wildmans stood in Sickbay, one on each side of Scott's
sleeping, drugged out form. The furry one held his left hand in both of
hers. Five minutes later, Scott's eyes snapped open.
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