disengage
power from there, Mr. Spock?
Trying, Captain.
Mr. Chekov,
your assistance, please.
Captain, I have
engineering now.
Put them on intercom.
[Marvick]
We mustn't sleep!
They come in your dreams!
That's the worst!
They suffocate
in your dreams!
We're making it
out of here!
Security
to engineering.
I'll go with you.
No.
I can reach his mind.
We'll be safe
at the boundaries of the universe!
We'll be safe!
Scotty, where are we?
I don't know!
Beyond the boundaries
of the galaxy.
We made it. We're safe.
We're safe,
Captain Kirk.
Bones.
Oh, no. No!
No, Captain.
We mustn't sleep.
No! No!
No. They come
in your dreams.
They suffocate
in your dreams.
All right. All right.
No.
We'll take you
to a place to hide.
No. We must stay here
with the controls.
Ready to speed.
Speed!
Speed to the next
galax--
Miranda?
Miranda, you're here...
with me.
Yes, Larry.
I am here.
I didn't lose you.
Oh, my beautiful love,
I thought I'd lost you.
I am here, Larry.
No...l can see
what he sees.
Uhh...uhh...
No, don't.
Don't think of it!
Liar!
Liar! Deceiver!
You're not alone!
You brought it with you.
It's here.
You brought it with you!
Liar!
Liar!
Liar!
Uhh...
Don't love her!
Don't love her!
She'll kill you
if you love her!
I love you, Miranda.
[Gasp]
He's dead, Jim.
Captain's Log,
star date 5630.8.
As a result of Larry Marvick's
insane fears,
the Enterprise lies derelict
in uncharted space.
We have no way
to determine our position
in relation
to the galaxy.
We are in a completely
unknown void.
Where are we?
We are evidently
far outside our own galaxy,
Judging from the lack
of traceable reference points.
When we exceeded
warp speed factor 9.5,
we apparently entered
a space-time continuum.
I have the autopsy report
on Marvick.
Heart action stopped,
cause unknown.
Respiration stopped,
cause unknown.
Brain activity stopped,
cause-- Shall I go on?
You mean
he just simply died.
I mean he evidently could not
live with what he saw.
Or what he felt.
Damage report, Scotty?
We need some repairs, sir,
but the ship is intact.
Position report,
Mr. Spock.
Impossible to calculate.
We lack data to analyze.
Our instruments appear
to be functioning normally,
but what they tell us
makes no sense.
Our records are clear
up to the point at which
we left our galaxy.
Then we should be able
to navigate back.
Unfortunately,
we lack reference points
on which to plot
a return course.
We experienced extreme
sensory distortion,
and we shall do so again
if we attempt to use
warp speed.
And we cannot recross the barrier
using sub light speed.
A madman
got us into this.
It's beginning to look as if only
a madman can get us out.
An entertaining suggestion,
Mr. Chekov,
but not very helpful.
There is someone
else aboard
who might be able
to help us navigate.
The Medusans have developed
interstellar navigation
to a fine art.
Could Kollos function
despite the sensory distortion?
Very possibly.
The Medusan sensory system
is radically different from ours.
Perhaps for the purpose
of this emergency...
I might become Kollos.
Explain.
A fusion-- a mind-link
to create a double entity.
Each of us would
enjoy the knowledge
and sensory capabilities
of both.
We will function
as one being.
Hazards?
If the link
is successful...
there will be a tendency
to lose separate identity--
a necessary risk.
Of course, Dr.Jones will not
wish to give me permission
to accomplish
the mind-link.
I don't think she'll
want anyone to intrude
in the rapport
she has with Kollos.
Dr.Jones has
shown reluctance
every time I've asked
to converse with Kollos.
In some ways,
she is still most human, Captain,
particularly in the depth
of her jealousy.
I could confine her
to quarters.
Not sufficient.
Her telepathic powers
are formidable.
If possible, her mind
must be so engaged
that no thought
of what I am doing
shall intrude.
I...