BRAXTON: Pure chance. And when you knocked my navigational system off course there's no telling where we may have ended up. Who's been here? Who took my pencils? Oh, always something missing. Oh, always trying to steal things. Oh greedy people. Post-industrial barbarians!
JANEWAY: Captain, we want to help you, but you've got to give us more information. You said that Voyager causes the explosion.
BRAXTON: Yes. No, yes. That's the paradox my dear. A leads to B leads to C leads to A. Juvenile minds. Oh, how can I make you understand, huh? A is an explosion in the twenty-ninth century. Debris from Voyager's hull is found in evidence. I go back in time to destroy you. B. You try to stop me, disabling my weapon which causes me to crash-land back here in the twentieth century. C. Someone in this century steals my timeship and launches it. They go into the future and once there they make one critical mistake which causes a terrible explosion that takes us all the way back to A. There's an explosion in the twenty-ninth century - the cycle of causality is complete!
JANEWAY: How do you know all this? What evidence do you have that it will be your timeship that causes the disaster?
BRAXTON: Ah, I've spent thirty years answering that very question. Ah, yes, when the explosion first happened, my sensors recorded a whole variety of chronometric data. The pulses were highly chaotic. At first I thought it was a warp core implosion, but then I found debris from Voyager and my theory seemed to be confirmed. It was you. But then someone here stole my timeship and it started to dawn on me. If someone were to fly my timeship into the future without recalibrating the temporal matrix then that could cause the kind of explosion that I witnessed in the twenty-ninth century!
BRAXTON: No. No, no, I reconstructed all the chronometric data as best I could remember it and it proved I was right. My ship causes the catastrophe.
BRAXTON: Starling. Henry Starling, CEO Chronowerx Industries. Philanthropist, entrepreneur, outstanding citizen, ha! When I crashed in 1967 I made an emergency beamout but he found my ship before I did in some remote mountain range. I've been following this corrupt little man ever since, tracking his movements. He's become too powerful. I can't get close to him. Of course, you can't accomplish anything in this wretched century. Nobody here listens. Do you know that once they put me in a mental institution and filled me with primitive pharmaceuticals!
BRAXTON: Because somehow you're involved in the disaster. That's why I found debris from Voyager's hull plate at the explosion. You will be destroyed as well.
POLICEMAN: Hey, Captain, how you doing? Understand you've been putting these signs up around the city again.