(Betazed) (Will and Deanna are strolling hand in hand
through an exotic parkland. Both are in civilian dress)
I think it's around here somewhere. Maybe it died. It has been a few years.
Muktok live for hundreds of years. Here it is.
(A low growing plant with a fluffy purple flower that chimes when you shake it)
It's lovely. I remember that sound, and all the good times we had.
I remember a certain junior officer meeting a very serious psychologist. The best part
about being assigned to Betazed. (as they kiss, they don't notice the flamboyantly
dressed woman, and a tall man carrying picnic baskets)
Oh, this is the perfect spot. Put the food down over there, Mister Homn. Isn't it a beautiful
day for a picnic? They'll join us in a minute. No, no, no, no. Here, put the food over there.
No, you can go back Mother, how did you know about this place?
Your father used to bring me here. Sit down. And you even brought provisions. Very thoughtful.
Here, Will, Deanna. Try an oskoid. They're delicious. That sap running through the veins
helps keep it warm. Very tasty. So tell us, Lwaxana. The last
time we met, you were looking for a husband. Did you have any luck?
Alas, no, but what happens to me isn't important. I'm much more concerned about other people
getting on with their lives. Mother.
Mister Homn, I noticed some uttaberries back along the path. Pick some.
(Homn dutifully leaves them) Well, Mister Homn and I could go back home
if you two would like to be alone. It's such a romantic setting.
Mother, stop it. Darling, you have been so excitable lately.
Have you ever thought of a leave of absence? I could talk to Jean-Luc.
Try the oskoid. Very different. (A Ferengi beams in)
What the? For one whose beauty surpasses even these
pericules. DaiMon Tog, I thought the Krayton left orbit
hours ago. It did. But when I tried to get the image
of Lwaxana Troi out of my mind, I could not succeed.
This is ludicrous. You mean you came all the way back to Betazed for me?
Why continue to search for perfection once you have found it?
I don't believe this. Look, Demon Tog, or whatever you call yourself,
I am the Daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, heir to the
Holy Rings of Betazed. And unless you want to create an interstellar incident, you had
better beam back to your ship. Returning to my ship is exactly what I had
in mind. Krayton, transport four immediately. No, Tog!
(And they all disappear. Mr. Homn returns, eating berries, and looks around somewhat
bemused)