[Asencia's Research spire]

ASENCIA: What do you mean, we lost contact?
DREDNOK: The city falls into chaos. The Uprising has mounted resistance against us. They demand peace with Starfleet.
ASENCIA: No! No, no, no. Launch the invasion. Open all rifts. Strike every key Federation target.
VAU SCIENTIST: Opening up that many wormholes will tear apart the fabric of subspace.
ASENCIA: Oh, our world is already tearing apart. And if our enemies wish to join the Federation, they can. In death!

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: Status report, Mister Tysess.
TYSESS: I'm detecting dozens of space-time rifts, more appearing every minute.
CHAKOTAY: And their trajectories lead to every major Federation starbase across three quadrants.
WESLEY: Yes. She did it. This is what we've been hoping for!
POG: Whoa, wait, what? You were hoping for Starfleet's annihilation?
WESLEY: No! No, our chance to close the time loop, to get the Protostar back to Tars Lamora, and fix our dying timeline.
ROK: He's right. Asencia created those rifts, which means we can use them. If we merge their energy to make a temporal wormhole, it'll stop her invasion and we can send her ship to the past where it belongs.
MAJ'EL: You are suggesting we stabilise an unstable wormhole, fixed to an exact time and place?
ROK: Yeah. That's what I said.
ZERO: With so many rifts, there's innumerable spatial variables. The science is akin to finding a needle in a haystack, lost in the outer galaxy with only a telescope.
DAL: Then we better start looking.
NOUM: And what if we don't find this needle?
WESLEY: The paradox will unravel our reality enough to ring the dinner bell for the Loom to consume and erase us from existence.
JANEWAY: Let's try to avoid that, Mister Crusher. All hands, red alert. The odds are against us, but if we pull this off, we need to be ready. Chakotay, take your crew to the Protostar to prep its final voyage. To keep history intact, the ship must be exactly as it was when they found it on Tars Lamora.
ROK: We'll help Wesley figure out the spacetime coordinates. Four heads are better than... scratch that, three heads and Zero.
ZERO: Much obliged.
MAJ'EL: To create the wormhole, the data must be entered manually from the top of Asencia's research spire.
POG: Well, that's just inconvenient.
DAL: Gwyn and I will lead an away team to the surface and see what we can do. We'll need all the luck we can get.
JANEWAY: We'll slow Asencia's attack on the Federation and buy you as much time as we can. No one else is coming to save us. Voyager is our last and only defence, and we will hold the line. Mister Tysess, take us in.

[Protostar]

CHAKOTAY: Ah, good to see remodulated shields can still fool enemy sensors.
HOLO-JANEWAY: Those old Maquis tricks will only get you so far. We almost lost a nacelle back there. What happened to keeping the ship intact?
CHAKOTAY: I know. I'm doing my best. I found a gap in the transporter scramblers. This is as close as I can get. Away team, prepare to beam down.

[Transporter room]

(Dal has found a Protostar comm-badge for his uniform.)
GWYN: Nice badge. Ready when you are.
ROK: Good luck down there. Love you!
GWYN: We love you too, Rok. Now, let's finish what we started.

[Solum]

POG: Aw, we couldn't get any closer. Whatever the brainiacs come up with, we gotta plug it in up there.
DAL: Let me guess. Ripping apart space-time isn't the best for somebody displaced in time.
GWYN: I'll be okay. The mission comes first. I just hope our friends can figure it out.
ILTHURAN: They will. They must.

[Holodeck]

WESLEY: So, we're making a wormhole to the past. This ought to be a fun challenge.
ZERO: Well, we're already time-travelling aficionados. We did it before, when we saved Gwyn with the Infinity.
MAJ'EL: That was across timelines, in one location. We need the Protostar to traverse both time and space.
WESLEY: All while the universe itself is being ripped to pieces outside.
ROK: If our numbers are off even a tiny bit, who knows when or where the Protostar could wind up.
MAJ'EL: If the time loop remains open, our reality will tear itself apart.
WESLEY: Oh, this is giving me a headache.
ZERO: And yet, I have a feeling the answer lies somewhere in there.

[Bridge]

(Targeting orbital platforms.)
JANEWAY: Nobody's leaving here on my watch. I could do this all day.

[Research spire]

ASENCIA: Urgh. Janeway.

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: How many quantum torpedoes left?
TYSESS: Not nearly enough.
EMH: So much for your bluff, Admiral.

[Outside the spire]

DAL: The main entrance is blocked. And here I thought it was going to be easy.
GWYN: Come on, there's another way up.

[Holodeck]

WESLEY: Two years ago, Chakotay was lost in an unstable wormhole on the Protostar's maiden voyage.
MAJ'EL: Where it was flung randomly through space and time to the Delta Quadrant over Solum.
ROK: To a future 52 years from now.
ZERO: But when the Protostar was sent back through that same wormhole, it crash-landed on Tars Lamora.
ROK: In the past, at an unknown date, where Dal and I discovered it however many years later.
MAJ'EL: Even if we knew that date...
ZERO: Which we don't.
MAJ'EL: The wormhole's unpredictability makes closing the time loop a variable shot in the dark.
ROK: Urgh, too many unexpected variables.
WESLEY: There's something we're not seeing. Don't close your minds. Open them.

[Outside the research spire]

DAL: No guards. I think we lost them.
POG: But how are we supposed to get to the control nexus? It's gotta be 20 stories up.
GWYN: We climb.
POG: Oh, climb? Come on, there's gotta be another... Ah! Nope. Never mind.
ILTHURAN: I will hold them back. Go!
POG: Hold on!
(Stretchy Murf lifts him up and away.)
POG: Thank you.
DAL: Let's move it. I got your back.
ILTHURAN: For Solum!

[Protostar]

HOLO-JANEWAY: I said to take evasive manoeuvres. Pattern omega.
CHAKOTAY: You think I don't know that?
HOLO-JANEWAY: Sometimes I wonder.
CHAKOTAY: What's with you? You've been on me all day.
HOLO-JANEWAY: Maybe I'm just facing facts.
CHAKOTAY: And what facts are those?
HOLO-JANEWAY: If this ship is supposed to go back to Tars Lamora exactly as they found it, what happens to me? My memories? Our time together? I'll lose it all.
CHAKOTAY: We'll make a copy.
HOLO-JANEWAY: We both know my programme's too big.
CHAKOTAY: We'll find a way. We always do.

[Holodeck]

ROK: Okay, let's go over it one more time. 2382. Chakotay and the Protostar first travelled through a wormhole to...
ZERO: 2436. A future Solum destroyed by civil war. Chakotay then sends the ship back in time.
MAJ'EL: To Tars Lamora, at an unknown time.
ROK: Where we found it in 2383, and took it on a little joyride. Then, to save Starfleet, we blew it up, creating a new wormhole.
WESLEY: Which allowed Chakotay's future distress call to reach Admiral Janeway.
ZERO: And why we took the Infinity through that wormhole to save him.
WESLEY: That's when you changed history, by sending the Protostar to the wrong place and time, creating the paradox we're living in now.
ZERO: So many wormholes, but they seem to appear randomly or by coincidence.
MAJ'EL: The star dates, the distance. I can surmise no correlation.
WESLEY: Yet, every one is connected by the Protostar.
ZERO: Except here. This is where the timeline was broken. This wormhole never happened. And thanks to us, it never will.
ROK: Unless we make it happen.
ZERO: What do you mean?
ROK: What if Chakotay never sent the Protostar back to Tars Lamora? What if all this time, we sent it there? What if right now, today, the wormhole we make is the reason the others exist from Chakotay to Solum and everything in between.
WESLEY: It's Temporal Mechanics 101. Small changes to time don't matter as long as we make sure the big stuff still occurs.
MAJ'EL: So we would not need to know the exact moment the Protostar landed in Tars Lamora.
ZERO: Because the wormholes are all one highway connecting past and future.
WESLEY: And the end of the road has always been Tars Lamora. Computer, cross-reference all wormholes with the Protostar's quantum signature and our current space-time coordinates.
ROK: Wow. All these holes in the fabric of space-time have a common thread. If the Protostar flies through now, we can stitch them together.
ZERO: Like a needle. The needle in the haystack.
WESLEY: All we have to do is match the rift energy to the Protostar's quantum variance, time it just right...
ZERO: And we've done it! Yip, yip. Hoot, hoot.
MAJ'EL: Hoot, hoot indeed.
WESLEY: I told you we'd figure it out. You can put me down now.

[Research spire]

ZERO [OC]: Zero to Mister Pog. Good news. We have the calculations. Sending to you now.
POG: We'd clap if we could, but our hands are kind of full right now.
DAL: I'm never taking a turbolift for granted again. We can input the coordinates there. Jankom, get cracking. She just fried our console! How are we supposed to make a wormhole now?
POG: The console's only a conduit. We can manual override, but it'd have to be done from... the transceivers.
GWYN: I'll deal with her.
DAL: What? No. I'm not leaving you.
GWYN: The mission comes first.
DAL: Then let's get climbing.
GWYN: You have something of mine, and I want it back.
(Asencia makes a large weapon from two heirlooms.)
ASENCIA: Are we feeling our whole self today? Get the others.
DREDNOK: Acknowledged.
ASENCIA: How many times must I beat you down for you to know your place? What? No impassioned speech this time.
GWYN: I don't need one.
ASENCIA: This heirloom is mine, as is Solum.
GWYN: You've lost already. Revenge only brings pointless suffering.

[Holodeck]

JANEWAY [on screen]: We can't keep this up much longer. How close are we?
WESLEY: Coming along. Just putting our theory into practice.
ZERO: Dal, not to be a nag, but our window for the wormhole is rapidly closing.

[Research spire]

DAL: We're working on it.
POG: Temporal variance, 47 millicochranes. Adjusting aperture and direction.
ZERO [OC]: Ninety seconds until the rift convergence.
POG: Almost. Adding quantum variance, and here comes the light show. Ah! We gotta loose connection.
DAL: Please tell me that wasn't important.
POG: The ripped energy's gotta converge. If we don't connect those cables now, we're doomed.
DAL: Double doomed!
DREDNOK: Do not move.
DAL: You got this, Murf.
POG: Whoa, whoa, careful! That temporal energy will scatter your particles to the next century.
DAL: I'm gonna forget you said that.
POG: Why? It's true!
(Gwyn fights Asencia, Murf fights Drednok, finally propelling him over the edge.)
DAL: Gotta... keep... moving!
(But Drednok comes back.)
DREDNOK: Our mission will not be stopped.
(Murf blindfolds Drednok and they both stagger backwards, then fall.)
POG: Murf!
(Murf reappears with Drednok's head.)
ASENCIA: Why won't you die?
(Asencia kicks Gwyn. Gwyn grabs her ankle and they both slither down the spire. The heirloom turns liquid and returns to Asencia.)
GWYN: I won't give up on this world.
ASENCIA: The multiverse holds a bitter truth, girl. My home, my Solum, was destroyed, and it always will be. So I will conquer this reality until I have the Solum I want, that bends to my will.
(Dal grabs the end of the cable and reaches for the socket. He does it and falls unconscious through the air. Until Murf grabs him. Rifts vanish, orbital platforms explode, a single wormhole forms.)

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: Something's happening. They've done it.

[Research spire]

ASENCIA: What?
GWYN: It's over.
ILTHURAN: Gwyndala, my will is yours!
Y-ASENCIA: Gwyndala, our will is yours.
VAU: Gwyndala, our will is yours.
ASENCIA: You, you traitors!
KATHON + BOROM: Gwyndala, our will is yours.
ASENCIA: I will not let Solum slip away!
(The heirloom returns to Gwyn.)
ASENCIA: There is no... barrier... we cannot... Ah!
POG: Wow. Ain't she a sight. Dal?
DAL: Yeah.

[Protostar]

JANEWAY [on screen]: Well then, let's send that Protostar of yours back where it belongs.
ROK: Yip, yip.
ZERO: We've done it.
CHAKOTAY: Let's not get too excited. It ain't over yet.
MAJ'EL: Captain, we're picking up a subspace signal. It's from the wormhole.
CHAKOTAY: Put it through.
WESLEY: No. No, no, no. It's too early. We had time.
ROK: What do you mean? What's early?
WESLEY: The Loom. They're here.