friends among the Prytt,
citizens who realise that
the struggle between us can only end
when the Prytt government
is made to see reason.
- You've recruited Prytt spies.
- A crude but accurate term.
These friends are waiting for
your captain and doctor at Ohn-Kor,
near the Kes border.
The map will take them
to a tavern there.
Forgive me, but is it wise to send
two human fugitives in Starfleet
uniforms into a Prytt village?
The danger is minimal.
Our operatives control the village.
Once contact is made
with Capt Picard and Dr Crusher,
our friends will escort them
across the border into Kes.
I would feel better if they
rendezvous in a less public place.
We know what we're doing.
We've had a lot of experience
of dealing with the Prytt.
We'd hardly risk
the safety of your people.
After all, we hope you will recommend
our entrance into the Federation.
- One of us is hungry.
- That would be me.
Do you mind thinking something else?
- What do you want?
- Not a bowl of vegetable soup.
My grandmother made it.
Peas, carrots...
- Beverly!
- I'm sorry.
I am not being unreasonable.
I didn't say you were.
I thought it, but that's different.
You're right.
We can't react to every thought
in the other's mind.
Isn't it astonishing,
the clutter in our consciousness?
Odd memories coming to the surface.
Remembered songs.
Stray daydreams, scattered minutiae.
I wonder how true telepaths
sift through it.
How can they get through
if the mind churns all this flotsam
to the surface?
That is not funny.
I was seeing if you were listening.
I think our link is getting stronger.
Maybe some distance might weaken it.
Not that I'm tired
of hearing your thoughts.
Certainly not.
Jean-Luc.
What happened?
I was suddenly overcome
with a wave of nausea.
Me, too.
There's nothing wrong with either
of us. Maybe the air is toxic.
Same thing. When you moved
back to me, it got better.
Well, it seems
as if we're stuck with each other.
What is it?
I'm not sure whether we should
go over this hill or that one.
- The map is a little vague.
- Let me see.
This way.
- You don't really know, do you?
- What?
You're acting like you know,
but you're only guessing.
Do you do this all the time?
No, but there are times
when it is necessary for a captain
to give
the appearance of confidence.
I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist.
You always seem to have some acerbic
remark on the tip of your tongue.
At least I've trained myself
not to say it.
When I was a girl, my mouth got me
in trouble with my parents, teachers.
Your friends.
There was someone called Tom Norris.
Right. One date I brought to a halt
with, "Is that a beard..."
"...or is your face dirty?"
There's more. You're laughing,
but you're embarrassed
by that incident.
Yes.
I thought I was being cute
but I really hurt him.
That was a long time ago.
I learned a valuable lesson.
This sharing of thoughts
and feelings is quite compelling.
Very. We'd better get going.
I don't think so, either.
Maybe we can find
another way to the village.
No. It's several kilometres
around that ridge.
The border is just
two kilometres east of here.
There's a force field protecting it
but we can deal with that. Come on.
Alright.
- Something wrong?
- Have a seat.
Capt Picard and Dr Crusher did not
show up at the rendezvous point.
- Do you know what happened?
- No. We have no idea.
We find it strange that your officers
should follow the escape plan
and then fail to make
the crucial rendezvous.
Maybe they have been recaptured.
Our sources would have informed us
if that happened.
Of course,
if they weren't captured,
if they made a different rendezvous,
we might not know about it.
A different rendezvous?
I don't know what you mean.
Of course not.
How could you know if your captain
and doctor were meeting the Prytt?
Meeting to set up an alliance
with the Federation.
- What?
- It's a clever scheme.
First, you pretend to lose