GETTING TO KNOW YOU
by Pat Greiner
(Part 2 of 4)
�I didn�t know you when you were still a student, but I do remember Jack saying you had a voracious capacity for studying. It seems you still do.�
She had spent most of the day going through the Beverly Crusher files in the ship�s computer. She�d begun with the facts, reading the official Starfleet file. Dry as it was, the picture of achievement that emerged made her a little uncomfortable. She had a lot to live up to. �No heavier burden than a great potential �� she had muttered to herself at one point. The problem was, Beverly had already achieved her great potential � and had spent decades doing it. Even if she had an equal amount of time left, she would have to spend most of it relearning what she had known before, just to get back on an equal footing with herself. Unless she could find a way to regain her memory.
After the official file, she dug into the personal logs. She began to make the acquaintance of a charming young officer named Jack Crusher and an unusually serious little boy called Wesley. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she listened to her voice break with emotion when she related the events surrounding Jack�s death. She spent most of the day making her way through the logs, getting as far as the middle of her time aboard the Enterprise. She had seen curiously little about Jean-Luc Picard in these logs. The mentions that were there were always official � the captain made this decision, the captain ordered that course of action. So when he interrupted her study with the suggestion that they have dinner in the holosuite, she cut straight to the point. �I�m not seeing any references to us being an �us� in here,� she leaned back from the screen and fixed him with a questioning stare.
�As I told you, we were not an �us� until relatively recently. At least, not in a way that either of us ever acknowledged, either publicly or privately.�
�So what we felt for each other was wrong?�
�No, I don�t believe so, with all my heart I don�t, although there have been times in the past when each of us regarded it as wrong, each of us for our own misguided reasons. Do you remember my telling you about this during that last evening you spent at the medical center?�
�Yes, I do recall your telling me,� she snapped impatiently. �But your telling me doesn�t help me feel it, or believe it. And I�m just not finding any evidence of it in my personal logs, either.�
�Let�s see how far you�ve gotten.� He looked at the display screen while he tamped down an impulse to snap back. �No, I would be quite surprised if you were mentioning anything about me this early. I suspect that you were the soul of discretion even when you were only recording to yourself. There may be another ten years� worth of material before you were willing to admit to feeling anything for me.�
�Then I still have work to do.�
�May I suggest a break? The holosuite is programmed to provide us with dinner at your favorite restaurant.�
�And what is my favorite restaurant?�
�The Dahrouki, which serves excellent North African cuisine. That�s especially surprising, given that it�s located on Sigma Ceti IV.�
�Sounds delicious.�
�Then let me escort you to our table, Beverly.�
He offered an arm in formal style, and she slipped her hand through it. He covered that hand for a moment with his other hand, and a little ripple ran through her. His touch was at once strong and gentle, and his hand was warm. Without thinking, she responded by giving his arm a little squeeze, their eyes met and held, and they both broke into nervous smiles at the same moment. �You�re as beautiful as ever,� he said impulsively, reaching out to draw her face towards his.
�Thank you,� she whispered, quickly catching his outstretched hand in both of hers, pressing it to her mouth and kissing the tips of his fingers, then moving back a half step as she lowered his hand and gently pressed it back towards him. �But don�t we have a reservation waiting for us?�
Stupid! he chided himself. On her terms, remember? This may feel like a first anniversary to you, but it�s more like a first date for her. You spent twenty-some years waiting for her the first time around, and it was worth that wait. Everything in its own time.
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Jean-Luc followed the conversation between Beverly and Dr. Haorft for the most part. On those occasions when it climbed higher into the rarefied reaches of neuroscience then he was prepared to venture, he turned his attention to noting the physical grounds of the medical center. It was vast, and its level of technology was ahead of Federation medical science by � he had no idea. He made a mental note to ask Beverly what her estimate was later on. Advanced as the science was, the design of the center itself was basic. The Voosans seemed to value streamlining and functionality, and the architecture and interior design had a rather impersonal feel.
She led them through a variety of departments, and Beverly was clearly impressed with much of what she saw. Of particular note were the many species receiving care in the various clinics and treatment centers. Dr. Haorft explained that this particular center served races from twenty different planets. Medical care was arranged on a planetary basis. In order for its citizens to gain access to the Voosan care, a planet had to agree to provide its entire database of medical knowledge.
�That seems like quite a bargain for the planets you serve,� Beverly remarked. �They pay with information? How wonderfully enlightened.�
�The more information we gather, the greater our progress. We have found keys to crucial medicines in the herbal data from so-called primitive worlds. In order to minister to a people, we must understand them fully. And so they provide us all they know, and one model subject.�
�Model subject?�
�For cloning. When we must replace a damaged or diseased organ, we grow new ones using a combination of cloning and replications technology. However, we must have one member of each species from whom we can take the data needed to replicate those organs.�
�And how do you find that person?�
�They come to us from the planets. It�s considered quite an honor, actually. By the very nature of what they will do for us, the model subject must be healthy and fit in every respect. They represent the best of their species.�
�Hmmm.� Something about the whole model subject idea bothered Jean-Luc on a subconscious level. He had a nose for thorny ethical issues, and it was twitching as he considered all the implications of cloning one person�s organs to repair an entire species. However, he was the one who had been less than thrilled with the idea of spending the morning touring a hospital. He was not about to begin a debate that might just lengthen their time here.
Dr. Haorft was continuing her discussion of the model subjects. �We have quite precise ways of scanning a living body and storing that information. The scans are in such detail that it takes the better part of a week to complete them.�
Well, he thought, that didn�t sound so sinister. More a thorough medical exam than a case of organ piracy. His attention focused once again on Beverly, who was expressing admiration for a system that valued information so highly and extended its skills to care for so many other peoples. �We have a program on board our ship. It�s called the EMH � Emergency Medical Hologram. It can provide care in the absence of a flesh-and-blood doctor, and it�s programmed with a complete human medical reference library. Would you like a copy of the program? I think you might find its interface a very interesting one.�
�What a generous offer,� Dr. Haorft nodded. �I am sure our medical librarians will be delighted with the addition. We already use holographic emitters in our medical school simulations, so we can provide an appropriate matrix for its use. And now,� she turned to Jean-Luc, �you have been most patient while we have carried on with our professional conversation. However, I think I heard you mention when we first made contact that you had some interest in sailing as a form of recreation?� She waited only for the start of his nod and rushed on, �Then I may have a way of thanking the two of you for your offer. One of my colleagues maintains a personal craft in the harbor here, and I believe he was planning to take some visiting staff from Banfova on a little cruise to see some of the rock formations just up the coast. They really are spectacular. Would you be interested, if he has the room on his boat?�
Jean-Luc glanced at Beverly. She smiled back and said, �I�ve had my part of the vacation. Now it�s your turn to pick.�
�I think that sounds most invigorating,� he replied. �If it�s not an imposition, we shall be glad to accept.�
Dr. Haorft left them in one of the center�s typically spare waiting areas, and came back in a moment with a computer technician. �Gawtun will assist you in downloading your EMH program into our computers,� she said. �Meanwhile, I�ll track down Kwurgl and ask about the boating situation.�
Approximately half an hour later, the transfer had been accomplished and arrangements made for the afternoon excursion. Jean-Luc and Beverly stopped for lunch at a local caf�, found the food edible but far from memorable, then relayed the coordinates for the marina to the Mistral�s computer and found themselves standing next to a sizable yacht. �I always knew there were advantages to private practice,� Beverly said under her breath as they looked at its twenty meter length.
�Doctor Crusher? Ambassador Picard? Welcome aboard!� called a voice from behind the rail, and someone motioned them to the gangway that led to the middeck.
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Dinner had been a delightful change from the day spent studying her own past. They�d lounged on enormous cushions by low tables and eaten a savory lamb stew on chunks of hearty brown bread flavored with honey. Afterwards the holosuite provided a brilliantly moonlit beach where bathtub-warm water lapped at their feet.
Jean-Luc was in the middle of describing their encounter with the Son�a and the Ba�ku when he stopped both walking and talking. Damn it all, he had waited for her once before. And she might never have made up her mind if he hadn�t given her the occasional nudge. One good kiss might revive a whole cascade of memories. It was worth a try. All that flashed through his mind in the instant before she turned around to see why he had stopped. He took hold of her right hand and said simply, �Beverly, waiting for you is exquisite torment, but torment nonetheless. May I kiss you?�
She didn�t say a word, simply nodded and took a small step toward him. Putting his arms around her as though she were a Paxorian glass sculpture, he pressed his lips gently against hers. After a second, he felt the tension drain from her shoulders as her lips relaxed and parted ever so slightly. As he deepened his kiss, she responded instinctively and returned his passion.
Moments later when he broke away, she pulled him back and kissed him fiercely. He was delighted, then surprised as she pulled back with equal suddenness and stared at him with wide eyes.
�Beverly, do you remember something?� His voice had an edge of excitement.
�No, no just the opposite.�
�What do you mean?�
�I just realized that kissing is like everything else I do remember. I remember the fact of it. I know what it is and how it works. But I had no memory of how it feels. The experience is completely new for me.� She paused and smiled. �It�s a pretty wonderful one.�
�I�m glad you enjoyed it. Care to try again?�
She answered him with her mouth, but didn�t speak a word. As he marveled at the way she abandoned herself to something as simple as a kiss, he realized � this is all she knows. As far as anything beyond a kiss � she has, for all practical purposes, no experience at all. Oh, this was almost too much to contemplate. Gently, he drew his mouth away from hers and kissed her softly and playfully on the end of her nose before turning to continue their walk along the shore. �My beautiful Beverly,� he said as he squeezed her hand. �I have eight years to get to know you all over again. What a marvelous prospect.�
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The craggy outline of the Mern Heights towered above them. The bare rock wall at the top stood out in sharp relief against Voosah�s pale blue sky, but the faces of the cliff were festooned with lush green vines that hung in masses from three to twenty meters long. Small birds darted in and out among the foliage, and Beverly wished they could sail close enough to hear their songs.
It had been a glorious afternoon. Kwurgl had proved to be a convivial host and an excellent sailor. After introducing his human guests to the three friends who helped crew his ship and the pair of visiting Voosan doctors from a clinic on the far side of the planet, they had sailed north along the coast. Both crew and guests admired the rock formations and crowded around the bow to watch the school of greenish fish that leaped along in the spray for a few minutes. With each race naturally curious about the other�s world, there was no shortage of conversation.
Jean-Luc and Beverly stood amidships, sharing a pair of binoculars as they watched the brightly colored birds swoop in and out of their hanging nests. Suddenly they felt the deck lurch sideways beneath them; instinctively they flung themselves in the opposite direction in an effort to stay upright. A wall of water seemed to erupt off the port side of the boat as something � the boom, he thought � swung through the air, and then nothing.
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Jean-Luc stayed in his quarters for breakfast, and then went straight to the cockpit to check settings and instruments that had no particular need to be checked. This morning would be a good opportunity to fine tune the sensors, so they could scan for � surely there must be something interesting that they weren�t already scanning for. He puttered among the sensors and databanks, stopping occasionally to use his own sensors to scan for signs of life in the conference room or hallway.
Shortly before lunchtime she marched through, throwing a clipped �Hello� in his direction as she continued on to the star deck. Raising his mental shields for a potentially hostile encounter, he followed her.
�Beverly, I know you were disappointed last night. Believe me, I was only doing what I thought was best for you � and for us � in the long run.� The faintest hint of a smile formed on his face. �That was the hardest �no� I�ve ever spoken.�
�What happened to �you�re welcome here any time�? I thought you wanted me to sleep in your bed. Our bed.�
�I did. Do. Very much. But when I realized that you have no memory of ever � having sex, not just with me but with anyone �� Habit made him reach out for her hand; she avoided the touch by tucking it under her other arm. �Psychologically, at least, it will be your first time. I don�t take that lightly.�
�Thank you, Jean-Luc. Limited in memory as I am, I�m pretty sure that there are not many women who would relish being reminded that they have suddenly become a 61-year-old virgin.�
�I daresay there aren�t many who find themselves in the situation, whether they relish it or not.� He sighed audibly. �There are no bloody guidebooks for this sort of thing, you know. We�re just going to have to find our own way through it, and despite the best of intentions, we�re going to make some mistakes. I�ll upset you, you�ll upset me. I see no way around it. But if you�re going to sulk every time we hit a rough patch, it�s just going to make things more difficult.�
�And if you�re going to take this sort of paternalistic �I know what�s best� attitude, I may as well just forget ever becoming a functioning adult again. Why do I need to know who I am when I�ve got you to tell me?�
�Beverly, that�s not fair. We�re still at the beginning of what may be a long process. We need to work through these sorts of issues. We need to ��
�We need. We need. What about what I need? What about what I needed last night? You strung me along, Jean-Luc. From that whole romantic dinner to the walk along the beach and �waiting for you is such torment� and then �� she snorted disdainfully. �You can�t imagine how that felt.�
�I know very well how it felt.� The words surprised him as they came out of their own accord. �You did the same bloody thing to me. You may not remember it but I certainly do.� This was dangerous territory. He hadn�t realized how much sting there still was in the memory of their dinner after returning from Kesprytt.
�And now, when I�m struggling to figure out who the hell I am, this seemed like a good time to try and get back at me for an old wound? I�m afraid the irony is lost on me, since I can�t recall the original incident. And I don�t think I�m much in the mood for company.� She turned and strode rapidly back toward her quarters.
�Neither am I,� he muttered under his breath as he turned to stare out at the warp-distorted stars.
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Dr. Haorft met the emergency medical transport at the trauma center. Two members of a race unknown to the Voosans drew curious stares even from the professional staff. She had them moved to a private room immediately. There had been no time to begin studying the material on human anatomy and physiology which Beverly had given her just hours earlier. Instead, she activated the EMH.
�Please state the nature of the medical emergency.�
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Jean-Luc dined alone in his quarters that evening, and presumed she did the same. Damned annoying woman. The whole situation was awkward to say the least, but she really was making things far worse. If she could only see that he hadn�t been rejecting her, had in fact had the most romantic of intentions �
Well. If he had those romantic intentions, perhaps now was the time to act on them. He began with a sonic shower, then put on a tunic and pants in a soft fabric that Beverly had always found appealing. He removed an excellent bottle from his stock of Picard Vineyard wines, poured two glasses and placed them on the table. �Computer, dim lights to twenty-five per cent. Access Beverly Crusher�s musical favorites and play random selections from the romantic category.� Finally he replicated a vase of her favorite Denobulan daisies. They looked very nice by the wine. But perhaps it would be better to take them along as a peace offering. He sighed. This was not a process he was used to negotiating with Beverly. Just as the door to the hallway slid open, the computer�s voice overrode the music. �Incoming communication from approaching vessel.�
Feeling like an actor reprieved from a role he hadn�t rehearsed, Jean-Luc returned the vase to the table and went forward. In the cockpit, he quickly reviewed the information offered by his sensor banks and viewscreens. The approaching ship was half a lightyear ahead of them, and appeared to be similar in size to Mistral. It carried minimal shields and no armament � a passenger transport, by the looks of it.
�Masokan transport Kalyev to approaching vessel. We send a friendly message. Do you receive?�
�Kalyev, this is the Federation diplomatic vessel Mistral. I am Ambassador Jean-Luc Picard. Our intentions are friendly as well.�
�Ambassador! I beg your pardon � I am Ships Master Gor Vanseth of a civilian craft. I had no idea I was striking up such a high-toned connection. I assume so, at least. I�m afraid I�m not familiar with the Federation.�
�There is no reason you should be. We are travelers, only passing through this region of space on our journey home.�
�Where is home, if you don�t mind my asking?�
�The far side of the Alpha quadrant. Our destination is the colony at Cyrus 7 � a bit less than eight years away at warp 9.�
�Space, that�s a long trip. I�m not all that fond of anything longer than these local jumps I run. And even at that, I don�t like being out of touch. It makes the skin on the back of my neck creep just a little to feel like no one knows where I am. That�s probably why I�m always on the commy, talking to any ship that�s coming my way.�
Jean-Luc had never had much opportunity to deal with the chatty sort of pilot. As a rule they were merchant captains, not Starfleet. �What�s your route?� he struck what he hoped was a comradely tone.
�Based on Masoka, about fifteen lightyears from here. It�s a bit of a plush job, really. I fly the private transport for the planetary government. This time we�re taking one of the Emineer�s family for medical treatment at Voosah.�
�Voosah, you say? That was our last stop. I understand they are quite well known for their medical skills.�
�Well known, you could say that. Oh, good at what they do. Great at it. I won�t take anything away from them. But their price � it just never sat well with me.�
�Price? I was given to understand their care was free to all, in exchange only for a people�s accumulated medical knowledge.�
�The knowledge, yes, and I don�t make any argument with that. It�s the other part of the price. Did they tell you about that?�
�About � I don�t think so.�
�What they call the One?�
�I don�t remember hearing about anything of that name. But we were there only briefly. Our visit lasted less than a day, and then we were involved in an accident. In fact, we experienced the Voosan care, and it seems to have been excellent. Our injuries were healed skillfully and quickly �� not entirely, he thought to himself, but no call to go into that now. � � and it was all done freely for us.�
�If they healed you, they took the One. How many of your crew went there?�
�There are only two of us on board.�
�Both went and both came back?�
�It�s not very difficult to keep track of two of us,� Jean-Luc wasn�t sure whether he was amused or annoyed.
�They never treat a race before they get the One. Say they have to have it for some sort of pattern, to build spare parts for the rest of us.�
�They did mention something along that line. That they scan a representative person to create a data base for their replication system.�
�Seems like they do more than scan. I know. My brother was the One for Masoka.�
�I understand it�s considered something of an honor. He must be an outstanding example of your people.�
�Outstanding? Champion ramkeck player. Top of the Masokan Corps. He was our very best.� The voice paused a moment. �He was our best, and I miss him.�
�What happened to him?�
�I told you. They made him the One. They took him.�
�But after the scans � did he choose to stay on Voosah?�
�The One doesn�t choose anything, Ambassador. You don�t grasp the picture. Being the One is a one-way honor. You don�t come back. They keep you. I think they must take a cell or two from him every time they have to make a Masokan part. Maybe he�s in stasis, maybe he�s living like a king, I don�t know. All I know is they took him and we�ve never heard from him again. That was twenty years ago.� The topic had upset the merchant captain considerably. His tone turned curt. �And if they treated you, then they took One from you. They don�t charge money on Voosah, but they don�t do anything for free.�
�We did give them a copy of our medical databanks. Under the circumstances, perhaps they regarded that as payment enough.�
�May be. But I�m saying, the Voosah are a hard lot of angels. They have the power to save your life most times, but they�re cold. Just � cold. And they don�t do anything for free. Well, you�re leaving them behind, and you�ve got a long trek ahead of you. Safe journeys.�
�Safe travels to you as well.� Jean-Luc closed the comm channel and returned to his quarters. �Computer, end music. Lights to normal.� He slid the flowers and wine into the recycling chute and sat down at his desk to think some more.
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She managed to maintain her stubborn front through the salad and the fish, but when the strawberry shortcake sat untouched after half an hour, she couldn�t ignore the feeling any longer. It was guilt, pure and simple. She�d gone off in a huff last night, then come back for an encore at lunchtime. She�d made an ass of herself, and she may as swallow her pride and apologize. He clearly wasn�t going to come to her. She marched down the hall before she lost her nerve.
No one answered her chime, but she could hear music playing. Well, it was her room, too, in theory. She opened the door, calling �Jean-Luc?� The lights were dim, and a swell of soft music flowed out into the hall. She saw the flowers and wine, thought perhaps he was in the bathroom, but no, it was open and dark. He must be coming to surprise me, she thought. I can�t ruin it. She dashed back down the hall to her room and scanned through the list of outfits in the replicator, looking for something nonchalantly sexy. She was sure she didn�t have much time �
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�Ambassador Picard? Ambassador, it�s time to wake up.� He opened his eyes to see strange faces above him. Strange, yes, but not unknown � he�d seen them somewhere, recently. The medical planet, Voosah. They had those bony protrusions on their chins. Was he still on Voosah? That one, on the left, isn�t she the one who �
�I am Dr. Haorft, Ambassador. We met when you first arrived here on Voosah. Please, relax. Much has happened to you. We will answer all your questions. This is my associate, Dr. Garmz. He and I have personally taken charge of your care.�
�Am I still on Voosah? And where is Beverly?� Gentle hands pressed him back against the biobed.
�Please, Ambassador, do not try to get up quite yet. You have been in medical stasis for a week. It is important not to move too quickly. Dr. Crusher is here at the medical center as well. She suffered a head injury which has resulted in some degree of amnesia, but she is physically quite well. You received the brunt of the physical injuries. Your leg was broken, there was neural swelling from trauma.�
Dr. Garmz interrupted, �You have an artificial heart. Was that done to correct some injury or disease, or was it a bioengineered improvement?�
Jean-Luc, still groggy from the stasis field, was momentarily speechless in the face of this abrupt question. Dr. Haorft saved him from having to answer. �I realize it is a lot to take in at once, but you seemed like the type who wants all the facts as quickly as possible. So let me summarize. Both of you were injured, but neither life-threateningly. You are both recovering well. You can visit Dr. Crusher this afternoon. Now, please relax and let yourself readjust to a fully waking state while we tell you what happened ��
�The last thing I remember was being on a boat, a large yacht, and something happened very suddenly ��
�That�s correct. You and Dr. Crusher were guests on board my colleague Kwurgl�s boat.�
�Yes, yes, I recall now. You arranged for us to go on that cruise, did you not?�
�Yes, to my chagrin, I did. I thought I was doing you a favor.�
�Yes, because Beverly had given you a copy of our medical database. I recall all that quite clearly now. And we got on board, and cruised for about two hours. We were looking at a formation called the Merwin Heights ��
�The Mern Heights, yes, that�s where they said it happened.�
�But what happened?�
�A seismic event in the seabed at the base of the cliffs. A tiny quake on the bed sent up a freak geyser that nearly capsized the boat. Everything happened very quickly, and no one�s really sure, but they do know that the mainsail boom tore loose from its ropes and swung round. They think it probably struck both of you on the backs of your heads, and it threw you forcefully against the cabin wall as well. You were both unconscious. Luckily, Kuwrgl is a most competent physician. You and Dr. Crusher were transported directly back here. It was most fortunate that we had downloaded your EMH program just before you left. It provided us with enough knowledge to successfully treat you, although I must admit that we erred greatly on the side of caution. That is why we held you in stasis for an unusually long time for injuries such as yours.�
�You said my leg was broken?� he asked, tentatively moving first the right one, then the left. Both felt tingly from the stasis, but neither felt as though it had been traumatized. �Which one?�
�The left, twenty-five centimeters above the knee,� said Garmz. Jean-Luc found that the loose leg of the pants he had on was easy to pull up to mid-thigh. �I supervised the reconstructive work myself. Human skin is quite a delicate medium.�
He searched his own leg for a sign of a scar. There was none. Even the hair seemed undisturbed. �There is no sign of a wound. I take it the break was a small one?�
�Quite the opposite. A sharp, clean break of a major bone, skin torn back, surrounding musculature torn. Fortunately we were able to use the information in your EMH to help us rebuild and repair muscle and bone, and the skin � well, skin is my specialty.�
�It�s quite remarkable,� replied Jean-Luc as he pushed his pant leg down again. �You have my sincere gratitude. Both of you,� he added, nodding to Dr. Haorft as well. �Now please, tell me about Beverly.�
�Of course,� answered Dr. Haorft. �Like you, she was unconscious when she was brought to the center. She had received a severe blow to the back of her head. Again like you, swelling had occurred in her brain, but hers was much more serious. We stabilized her as best we could and placed her in stasis. Her only physical wound was an abraded gash on her upper right arm. We did find what we assume is some sort of homing or communication device in the wound. We detected a matching one in your arm on our diagnostic scans. Hers seemed to be damaged, so we removed it, but we did keep it should you need it for any reason. At any rate, her arm was quickly healed. But her brain swelling took longer to subside. We kept her in stasis for six days. As the swelling subsided, her brain tissue appeared healthy and functioning. And so it is, in that she seems to have full brain function. Intelligence, language, all senses � all that seems perfectly intact. But she has no memory of herself.�
�What does she remember?�
�She seems to have basic knowledge. We knew she was a doctor, and she still seems to have basic medical knowledge. But she does not remember being a doctor. If you ask her what a certain disease is, she can rattle off a textbook answer. But she cannot remember ever caring for someone with that disease. She knows she comes from the Federation. She can recite what it is and where it is � but she cannot tell us where she grew up, or anything about herself.�
�How extensive is the loss? Does she remember anything?�
�I am sorry. She has no personal memories before the moment she woke up here in the medical center. We have told her what little we know about the two of you, but she has no memory of her journey here � of you or the ship or your life before the accident.�
�What is the prognosis for her memory to come back?�
�We cannot say. We are not versed in human medicine enough to do greatly detailed neurological work. We can only say that in some cases full memory returns. In some cases, partial memories. And sometimes, what is lost is never recovered. We are sorry but we cannot give you any accurate prediction.�
(This story continues in two more parts.)