Data and Qoy were in New York City. They were about to cross a street. She began walking before he did.

Out of nowhere, a car race by. It hit poor Qoy, knocking her onto the pavement!

Data rushed over to her. "Qoy! Are you all right?"

"I can't move my legs! I can't even feel them!"

"Do not worry; I am here with it."

Meanwhile, pedestrians gathered around the two of them. Sirens could soon be heard.


Data awoke, finding himself in bed with Qoy sleeping beside him. Remembering the dream, he got out of bed and walked over to her side.

"Qoy…QOY!"

She woke up. "What is it, Data?"

He pulled the sheet up from her feet.

"Data!"

"Would you wiggle your toes?"

"HUH?"

"Please, Qoy?"

She sighed. "If you insist!"

She wiggled her toes.

"Oh, you are all right!"

He draped himself around her feet!

"Data!"

He stood up. "Please excuse my behavior. I just had a very upsetting dream about you." He quickly told it to her.

"Data, ever since you had that sleep chip installed, you've had some very upsetting nightmares. Last night, you had one about me dying in combat. And the night before, you had one about the ship exploding!"

"You are correct, Qoy. Perhaps I should have Dr. Crusher look at it."

"Yes, I think you should."

"I will do it today. Would you be willing to go with me?"

"Of course, Data."

"Thank you."

"Data?"

"Yes, Qoy?"

"If something like that REALLY happened to me, would you take care of me?"

"An obvious question, Qoy; yes, I would."

"Oh, Data!"

She lifted her arms up. He walked over to her, and they hugged and kissed. Afterwards, he put the covers back over her feet and went back to bed.


"Well, from what I can see, there's nothing wrong with the chip," said Beverly. She had just finished examining Data.

"Well then, do you have an explanation for my dreams?"

"Perhaps you just need to become acclimated to it."

"Acclimated, doctor?"

"Yes. You've only had it in for—how long has it been?"

"Four days, 10 hours, 32 minutes, 23 seconds."

"Exactly. As you have it in longer, your dreams should settle down."

He nodded. "I see."

"I have an idea: Perhaps Counselor Troi can help you with it."

"An excellent suggestion. I will talk with her about it. Thank you, doctor."

"Good luck, Data."

He and Qoy left her office.


"I believe there is something I can try," said Deana. Data and Qoy were in her office. "It is a special hypnosis technic Betazoids sometimes employ. It is called Zina."

"Zina, counselor?"

"That's right. Now, I must warn you that because you're an android, it might not work on you."

"That is all right. You may go ahead and try it out on me."

"Ok. We can do it right now if you'd like. It will only take around ten minutes."

"Yes, that will be fine."

"I must be barefooted for it to work properly; I can draw energy up from my feet."

She took her shoes and socks off.

"Now, close your eyes and relax, Data."

He did this. She stood in back of the chair he sat in and put her hands around his neck.

"I am here to help you, Data. Listen to my voice, and always keep it in your mind. Understand?"

"Yes, counselor."

"Good. When you go to bed, tonight, you will have a full, restful sleep. Any dream that you have will be a pleasant dream. It will not be a dream that will cause distress to you. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Furthermore, the same thing will occur tomorrow night, when you go to bed, and every other night you do this. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good."

She let go of his neck and walked in front of him.

"Hold out your arms."

He did this, and she grabbed his hands. She began singing a song in her language. While doing this, she danced lighly, always holding onto his hands. This lasted for around five minutes.

At the end, she said, "When I say 'Zina,' you will wake up and open your eyes. You will remember everything I said, and you will follow it. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good… Zina."

He opened his eyes. "I feel much better, counselor. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Data. Oh, it may be necessary for me to do a second treatment of this. If you still have nightmares, see me."

"I will."

"You sing beautifully, Deana."

She smiled. "Thank you, Qoy."

Counselor Troi put her shoes and socks back on. Data and Qoy said goodbye and left her office.


Qoy and Data were in a large mansion. Qoy and gone off somewhere, and Data was looking for her.

"Excuse me, do you know where my wife is?" he asked one of the guests.

"I think she went out to the backyard."

"Thank you."

He walked there. A swimming pool was there. And in the pool was Qoy—with her clothes on!

"Hi, Data!"

"Hello, Qoy. Why are you in the water with your clothes on?"

"I just felt like it. Come, join me!"

"All right, I will."

He jumped into the pool and swam over to her. "This is fun!"

"Yes, it is!"

They hugged and kissed.


Data woke up. The dream still fresh in his mind, he turned to his sleeping wife.

"Qoy…QOY!"

She woke up. "Did you have another bad dream, Data?"

"I had a dream, but this one was quite pleasant." He told it to her.

She smiled. "Well, at least I didn't lose my legs in a car accident!"

"Yes, that is correct, Qoy!"

They hugged and kissed, then settled back to sleep.


Data had no more major nightmares after that.