JANEWAY: Tuvok. (Janeway and Tuvok enter the mess hall to see Kes on her knees, smiling, glowing and semi-transparent. Then she solidifies again.)
[Doctor's office] EMH: I've run every conceivable neural analysis. Everything short of dissecting the brain itself. Her telesynaptic activity is increasing but I don't know why, or how to stop it. Have the ship's internal sensors revealed anything?
Tuvok: For 17.4 seconds Kes' body went into a state of cellular flux. She began to destabilise at the subatomic level.
EMH: But what about the next time? Her condition is escalating. We must find a way to suppress it, or the last we see of Kes could very well be her molecules blowing through the ventilation ducts.
JANEWAY: Tuvok, enhance the structural integrity fields throughout the ship. If she has another incident I'd like to avoid a hull breach. Doctor, maybe it's time we broaden our horizons. This appears to have gone beyond medical science. We're into particle physics now.
EMH: I'll try looking through the quantum substructure database. Maybe it'll give me some inspiration.
[Sickbay] EMH: Kes, until I can devise another diagnostic procedure, you're free to return to your quarters.
EMH: I don't want you to overexert yourself and risk precipitating another telepathic incident. Try to get some rest.
KES: Just let me stay for a little while. I haven't seen you much over the past few days. I miss you.
[Brig] SEVEN: One. One. (Janeway enters. Seven is just pacing sadly now.) SEVEN: My designation is Seven of Nine. but the others are gone. Designations are no longer relevant. I am one.