expecting to be in
the middle of another situation.
None of us were.
I was also looking forward to going home.
I thought perhaps I would return to Vulcan.
It's been some time since I was there.
Sounds nice.
I was gonna lay on a different
beach every week for two months.
The only thing to figure out was
whether to start in Tahiti or in Cancun.
The captain would always try to put
the best light on the worst situation.
I wonder what he'd say to this one.
I think he'd be hard-pressed
to find any positive aspects...
but he would try nevertheless.
Come in.
I've been going over those military
dispatches that Hoshi picked up.
Some of them don't make sense.
They mention recent battles
in Virginia and Ohio.
There weren't any battles
fought there in World War II.
The Nazis never got to North America.
Something's very wrong down there.
It's chicken liver, your favorite.
With grated cheddar. Hmm?
Oh, I can't say I blame you.
I don't have much of an appetite myself.
Hmm.
Perhaps a Denobulan lullaby,hmm?
Will improve your mood.
Yeah. On the other hand, my singing
would often drive my children to tears.
Maybe what you need is a nice,
thick steak.
I'll see what Chef has on the menu.
Be right back.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, it's okay.
It's all right.
I'm a friend.
Just cleaning you up a little.
War's a dirty business.
But you're lucky.
Bullet just missed the bone.
Where am I?
You're in my apartment.
What's left of it.
I'm Alicia Travers.
Jonathan Archer.
Pleased to meet you.
What's the last thing you remember?
I was in a...
truck with a couple of German soldiers.
Hmm.
There was an explosion,
then someone started shooting at us.
I got away.
You sure did.
And your SS friends--
they're dead,
which is how I like 'em.
You're my first bona fide POW.
I usually fix up guys in the resistance.
Easy. Easy, Sailor.
You don't want to start bleeding again.
Sailor?
Yeah, that patch on
your shirt says Enterprise.
You must have made it off before it sank.
How'd you wind up all the way over here?
I've been asking myself the same question.
What year is this?
It's 1944.
World War II.
I haven't heard it called that before,
but that's as good a description as any.
Used to be a pretty nice neighborhood,
even for coloreds.
As you can see, it's gone downhill.
Where are we?
We in Brooklyn.
New York City.
The weapon fires a
modulating plasma pulse...
equivalent to the energy
produced by three 88-millimeter shells.
Each pulse can destroy a tank.
It's very impressive.
When can we expect deployment?
I can't give you a specific timetable.
There are still some problems
to be addressed.
Such as?
Portability.
The weapons require
considerable power.
In my century,  there are
energy cells the size of a coin.
In this century...
it's somewhat more difficult.
What are these?
Requisition forms.
I require additional supplies.
"86 metric tons of aluminum plating,
170 tons of carbon steel"?
We can't keep diverting vital
materials from war production!
We are inside the home of
a former American President.
It seems to me your war
effort is going well enough.
That could change
very quickly.
Intelligence suggests the Americans
are preparing a counterattack.
Our front lines are dangerously thin...
supply routes are under constant
attack from resistance fighters.
A forceful enemy thrust could stand
a good chance of breaking through.
On top of this,
there have been setbacks in Africa,
and the Russians are
attempting to retake Moscow.
Though no one has
expressed this to the Fuhrer,
there's widespread belief that Germany
has advanced too far, too quickly.
All the more reason to accede to my request.
The weapons I'm preparing will make you immune
from any counterattack, anywhere in the world.
And I'm not just referring to plasma rifles.
Imagine a plague targeting non-Aryans.
No need for extermination camps.
Just a few grams of a pathogen
introduced into the water supply.