EMH: Several weeks ago, just before the conduits on deck five breached, I saw Ensign Strickler and Crewman Emmanuel at the end of a corridor. They were trying to reach the Jefferies tube. I kept the hatch open, waited for them as long as I could, but time ran out. I had no choice but to seal the hatch.
EMH: My point is, it could have been worse. Had I lost my objectivity I might have kept the hatch open and everyone would have perished. This man has damaged lung tissue. Treat him with inoprovaline.
[Jefferies tube] TUVOK: If we attempt to dislodge the torpedo or move it with the transporters it will most likely detonate.
TUVOK: No. The warhead is already destabilising. I estimate it will explode in less than two minutes. If we re-route emergency power to this junction and erect a level ten force field it should be enough to contain the explosion. We must hurry.
SEVEN: If I can determine the exact temporal variance of this torpedo it will help us perfect the temporal shielding.
TUVOK: Excellent work, but if you disobey my orders again I will be forced to ... KABOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Day 65 Janeway: Captain's log: Stardate 51268.4. This morning's attack destroyed the power grid on Deck 11. No casualties this time but the Replicator system was badly damaged. We've gone to emergency rations. As a result, the situation has gotten a little worse. Environmental controls continue to fail. 7 decks have been rendered uninhabitable and we've had to relocate the crew. Quarters are close, nerves are frayed, and I'm not sure what's more difficult to maintain - Voyager's systems or the crew's morale. What's important is that we're together working toward a single goal. Survival.
On the bridge, a semi-bearded Chakotay opens his hand to reveal an old style pocket watch. Chakotay: Happy Birthday.
CHAKOTAY: Nineteenth century, mechanical movement. It's a replica of the chronometer worn by Captain Cray of the British Navy, His ship was hit by a typhoon in the Pacific. Everyone back in England thought they were killed but eight months later Cray sailed his ship into London harbour. There wasn't much left of it, a few planks, half a sail, but he got his crew home.