Tom stepped out of the shower. Rubbing his hair with a towel he stepped out into his bedroom. Red alert sirens blared unexpectedly, causing Tom to jump, startled. With the speed born of lots of practice Tom toweled himself dry and dressed in his uniform. Not bothering with his hair he raced out into the corridor. Passing crewmembers in various states of dissaray he headed towards the bridge. When he got there he found everyone else already at their stations. Heading towards the conn he relieved the Ensign there of her post. With a sideways glance at him she demanded to know what he was doing. �What do you mean?�

�You�re only observer. You can�t fly.�

�What do you mean? I�m the chief pilot.�

From her chair Janeway laughed, �Who would be stupid enough to let a screw up like you fly a twenty year old rubbish hauler, let alone be the chief pilot of a starship?� She asked scornfully. Tom stared at his captain in open mouthed astonishment.

The dream faded out and Tom found himself sprawled naked on his bedroom floor. Slowly he pushed himself to his feet. He must have blacked out again. A mixture of not eating and only sleeping when he literally collapsed had caused several of those lately. Thankfully he�d always been alone. If it happened in front of someone else they might have refused to let him fly. Tom shuddered at the thought.

Odile laughed as she spun around in the summer sun. Tom chuckled as he watched her, frolicking like a child. Suddenly she started to change, her flush skin began to turn grey, her luxurious hair became dull. Her eyes became sunken. She was transforming into a corpse right before his eyes. �Odile?!�

Her eyes were cold, �It�s all your fault. You stole my youth, stole my life, I hate you.�

�No Odile, no, it was an accident!�

�You were responsible for our safety, you should have payed more attention. You should have been better, faster, stronger. You should have been BETTER! But you�re not. You�re nothing but a worthless piece of scum!�

�PARIS!�