Bogg gets up and walks over to a window to stare out over the terrain. Pam picks up the omni and traces the engraved V with her finger.

"So, you're quiting voyaging."

"You heard Garth: as long as I am a Voyager I can't tell Victoria we're related."

"What about Jeffrey?"

"Jeff will understand."

"No, he won't. He'll say he will, but he won't."

"I think I know Jeff a little better than you do."

"I would have thought so too. That boy loves you. You're the closest thing he has to a father. Now you're just going to say to him: 'hey, kid, nice knowing you for the past year or so, but I'm going to be with this kid I've never even met'."

"She's my daughter."

"She's twenty-one! She has a dad. She doesn't need you to change her diapers or bounce her on your knee."

"She has a right to know who her father is."

"She has a right not to be confused about where she's from. Telling her: 'I'm twenty-eight, you're twenty-one, but I'm your biological father' is going to confuse her. Particularly because you are not at liberty to explain."

Bogg purses his lips together. Pam simply doesn't understand.

"Why is it so important to you to tell her that you are her father?" Pam continues. She gets up and takes a few steps towards Bogg.

"She has a right to know."

"Why are you so obsessed with this supposed right of hers? What's in it for you?"

"There's nothing in it for me."

"Then why do you want her to know you are her father? Why can't you just settle for her knowing you? Garth left that option open."

"Garth said that as long as I was a Voyager I couldn't get to know her."

"He said: 'let her know you're related'."

"He probably meant get to know her at all."

"Well, we're not going to ask him to explain himself."

Bogg turns around to look at her. "That's what I meant when I said you are so smart it scares me. I hadn't seen that loop hole. But it's not going to work." He turns back to the window.

"Why not?"

Because. Pam's probably right that it's more important for him to get to know Victoria than that she knows he's her father. But not being able to tell her would feel like lying. Bogg doesn't think he can do that. He doesn't want to do that.

"I've wanted my own family for so long," he says.

"You have a family," Pam replies. "Jeffrey's your family. And I - maybe some day I can be your family too," she softly adds.

Bogg turns to look at her. "You already are my family. You and Jeffrey both, you are my family." He softly caresses her cheek. "I shouldn't forget that. What am I going to do? What do I tell Jackie?"

"You tell her that Victoria can't know you're her father."

"Do you think she'll understand?"

"I don't know. Tell her that you cannot reveal your identity because it may jeopardize your work. She's secret service. She'll understand some things are more important than the individual."

"You agree with Garth on that?" Bogg asks a little surprised. He has heard Pam talk differently.

"No. But I agree with him that we can't risk being found out. I for one don't feel like explaining about time traveling to anyone."

"Yeah, I know. But sometimes ... it would be nice to talk to someone about it."

"Hmm, I guess you will just have to do with Jeffrey and me."

"Yes, and I couldn't imagine two nicer people to talk to." Bogg plants a kiss on her lips. "Now, where's that omni? We must be getting back."

"I thought you quit."

"What? And leave history in the hands of you and Jeff? Neither you nor history is ready for that." Bogg doesn't see the omni on the table. "Did Garth take the omni?"

"No, I have it." Pam produce the omni from her pocket. "You told me never to leave an omni unattended."

"I like how being in love with me also means you have started to listen to me."

"I've always listened to you. I just never agreed with you. And I doubt that is going to change much." Pam opens the omni to set the dials. She ducks Bogg's hand grabbing for the omni. "Ready?" He puts an arm around her waist and whispers his answer in her ear. Pam triggers the omni.


Jeffrey and Jackie stand in the crowd of on-lookers. Jackie has tried in vain to get a place in the motorcade, so that, need be, she could throw her body in the line of fire. The best they could do was stand at the spot and look on. Jeffrey keeps checking Jackie's watch for the time. It's nearly 12.30; he can see the motorcade approaching, the security men running along side the presidential follow-up car. The crowd is cheering. Where are Bogg and Pam? Neither of them has come back after they left the hotel room. He has a suspicion where they could have ended up: Bogg often gets distracted by a pretty face, but he rarely lets it get in the way of work.

Jeffrey counts the seconds as the open-top limousine with the Presidential couple is approaching. He looks up as he hears a whistling sound. His two friends come falling from the sky. Jeffrey's heart makes a small, happy leap as he sees them. But immediately his worry returns: how will they be able to stop the assassination of the First Lady?

Pam lands on top of one of the agents running along in the motorcade just as the first shot is fired. She knocks him down and both roll onto the ground. The agent is quicker to his feet and points his gun at her: "Stay down! Hands where I can see them!" The agent that was in the motorcade in front of the one Pam knocked down, runs forward and tries to climb onto the limousine. Pam puts her hands on her head and frantically looks around where Bogg has landed.

Bogg, at the same time, lands a little further ahead. He hits the back of the limousine, slumps over and slides on to the ground to the left of it. A second shot rings out. Screams from the crowd as the President grabs for his throat. The limousine speeds up. A third shot. The agent manages to climb aboard the limousine. Jackie Kennedy has jumped up from her seat and reaches for something on the rear. The agent puts her back in her seat and crawles into the backseat himself.

As the limousine speeds away Jeffrey and Jackie rush over to Bogg who's lying limp on his side on the street. Jeffrey kneels down by his friend. He sees a big blood stain on his shirt.

"Help! Ambulance! Please!"

Jackie manages to make one of the follow up cars to stop for them. They load Bogg into the backseat and rush him off to hospital. Pam can do nothing but look on. The agent she knocked down pulls her to her feet and places her under arrest.


Pam leans back in her chair. She is tired. The room is spinning slightly around her. She closes her eyes, but she still feels the spinning. The interrogation didn't go too well. All she could reply was "I don't know." She doesn't know what story to tell that won't get her in trouble. In more trouble. The agent asking questions was called out of the room a moment ago. Pam tries to imagine falling into a warm, fluffy bed. The door to the interrogation room opens as Pam curls up underneath the covers.

"Pam? It's time to go."

Pam opens her eyes a little and looks at the woman by the door with curiosity. "Jackie?"

"I've talked to my colleague. He already doesn't remember anymore what he arrested you for. Come, I'll take you to the hospital."

Pam gets up.

A few moments later Jackie's driving her to the hospital. The little walk to the car has woken Pam up slightly.

"How's Phineas?" she asks.

"They were operating on him when I left. Jeffrey's still at the hospital."


"The President died," Jackie says after a moment's silence.

"I know."

"First Lady is all right. Physically that is. I guess that bullet Phineas took was the one that would have killed her. He saved her life. Your mission was successful."

"Hmm." Pam is still too tired to concentrate on her thoughts much. Phineas was shot. Where? Arm? Leg? Chest? Will he be all right?

Jackie pulls the car over in the hospital's parking lot and takes Pam to the Emergency Room waiting area. Jeffrey's waiting there for news on Bogg. As soon as he sees Pam he runs towards her and throws his arms around her.

"I was so worried. Where have you been?"

"Headquarters," Pam replies. She buries her face in the boy's thick curls. "I think we should sit down before I fall over from exhaustion." They sit down on a bench by the wall. Pam leans her head back against the wall. "I'm so tired I can't sleep. Did you get some sleep after I ran out of the hotel room?"

"Yeah, a little. But I was worried why the two of you hadn't returned. I didn't sleep comfortably. Jackie tried to find you, but she said it was like you had left the hotel."

"We had. Headquarters wanted a word."

"What word?"


Jeffrey puts his head on Pam's lap. She absentmindedly strokes his curls.

"Do you think Bogg will be all right?"

"Well, he has to. We need him," Pam replies after a moment's silence.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Yeah I am."

"I think Bogg's in love with you too."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be okay with that?" Jeffrey moves his head up a little to look at her, and puts it back down awaiting Pam's answer.

"I don't know. I never liked being around couples who were in love. They always got so ... sticky."

"Bogg always gets sticky with someone, sooner or later."

"I've noticed."

"I think it's good that he has you. Some time ago he fell in love with a girl. He really liked her. He wanted to quit voyaging because of her and stay with her. But he had to give her up for history."

"I know, he told me."

"I made him give her up. He wanted to find another way to get history on track, but I made him give up Mabel. He had to give her up to get history right. I've never hurt Bogg that much. I don't think I could do it again. I still feel bad that he had to get hurt."

"Phineas understand it had to be that way." Pam brushes some curls from Jeffrey's face.

"That's why I'm glad he's got you: he doesn't have to give you up."

"I'm glad too."