Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s06e25 Episode Script

All right, these barstools|will have to be removed.
Do you know how much they cost? No, and I can't say|I'm interested in learning.
Station Regulation 2562,|paragraph four: "All furniture intended|for use on the Promenade must not pose a danger|to public safety.
" What danger? Without a back on the stool Morn could tumble from his perch at any moment, shattering|his upper vertebrae or puncturing three|or four of his lungs.
Nonsense.
His body weight is|perfectly distributed across the seat.
He's also better able|to enjoy the view of the lovely dabo girls than he was before and should he require|another drink he need only spin back.
Which points out|another danger-- vertigo.
This isn't going|to give anybody vertigo.
Your appeal has been|heard and rejected.
I want the barstools removed|by the end of the day.
Now, it's come to my attention that your dabo wheel|is in violation of Station Regulation 4721,|which states-- Odo.
Nerys.
You busy? Not at all.
Well, then can I interest you in some lunch? Where shall we go? I was thinking|about the Klingon restaurant.
I haven't been there for ages,|and I have been craving broiled krada legs.
Too bad about the barstools.
I kind of liked them.
Did you notice how he changed the minute she walked|into the room? They're in love.
And what's love? Well, it's a-- Love's a distraction.
And a distracted policeman is an opportunity.
Captain's Log, Stardate 51948.
3.
With the safe arrival of Convey PQ-1|in the Vegan system our escort duties|are now complete and I've set course for home.
Well, my first and hopefully last mission report|for Starfleet Command.
You know, when I first agreed|to be Convoy Liaison Officer I thought, "Sure, why not? "I know most of the freighter|captains in the convoy.
It should be a piece of cake.
" I didn't know I'd be making|20 log entries a day and filling out|formal reports every night.
Looks like you did|a pretty good job.
Well, if you're going|to do something, do it right.
That's what my father|used to say.
Every father says that.
Even I say that.
That's why you're a good parent.
You know|all the clichés by heart.
Well, hello, stranger.
Haven't seen you in days.
I've been filling out reports|for Starfleet Medical.
I knew there was a reason|why I didn't join Starfleet.
l-l, I couldn't do|this paperwork.
Smart.
Well, there was a time when you couldn't get him|to shut up.
I think I like him|better this way.
That's mean.
I was just kidding.
No.
You weren't.
Worf to Captain Sisko.
Sisko here.
Sir, can you come to the Bridge? We have picked up|a distress call.
On my way.
We have been unable to establish two-way|communication so far but we have determined|that the signal's coming from somewhere|in the Rutharian sector.
Let's hear it, Chief.
and Commander Gatsby's|dead, too.
I didn't see|any other escape pods leave before the ship was destroyed,|so I may be the only survivor.
My pod was torn open on impact|and the rain is pouring in.
I'll take the radio|and a survival kit with me but the environmental suits|were damaged in the crash,|so l-I'll have to rough it.
This is an L-Class world and the atmosphere|is barely breathable out there.
Repeat: This is|a general distress call.
I am a citizen of the|United Federation of Planets and a Starfleet officer.
If you can hear me,|please respond.
My government will reward you|for any assistance you can offer and most of all,|you'll be my personal heroes.
Repeat That's enough.
This is a general How long will it take us|to reach her? At maximum warp, six days.
Any other ships|closer to that sector? No, sir.
Mr.
Worf, turn us around and set a course|for the Rutharian sector.
Aye, sir.
Chief, I want you to establish a two-way com link|with this woman and when you do, tell her tell her|her "heroes" are on the way.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
The marooned Starfleet officer, whose name we've learned|is Lisa continues to transmit|her call for help but so far Chief O'Brien|has been unable to establish|two-way communication.
How's it going? Slow.
For some reason,|she's transmitting on a rotating|subspace frequency.
We're having a problem trying to find a way|to return her signal.
Do you have to keep that on|all the time? No, not really.
But she is all alone.
The least I can do|is try and listen to her.
She doesn't know|you're listening, Miles.
You're not comforting her|by keeping the channels open and driving yourself crazy.
It doesn't bother me.
Sometimes it feels like|she's actually talking to me.
for any assistance you can It's true.
Especially when she talks about her home or her family.
She reminds me of my cousin.
Oh, no! I don't believe it.
It's raining again.
How can there be so much water|and so little life out there? I think|I'll leave you two alone.
I'm really starting|to hate this place.
Repeat, this is|a general distress call.
Hello?|Is anyone paying attention? I know you're out there.
I know you can hear me.
So just answer me.
Tell me you're on your way.
Tell me I'm going to be rescued.
Tell me|I'm not going to die alone.
I hope you're satisfied.
I'm sure nothing|gives you more pleasure than stifling my creativity.
Only you would|consider barstools to be a form|of artistic expression.
Oh, yeah? Let's see|how creative you are.
Have you picked out|the Major's gift yet? Gift? For this Saturday.
You do know|what Saturday is, right? Saturday? Yes.
It's the one-month anniversary of your first date|with Major Kira.
Oh I suppose it is.
And you haven't|picked out a gift.
Why should I? The man's experienced|unrequited love for the better part|of three years and now that he finally has her he wants to know why he should celebrate|their anniversary.
Whatever you're trying|to sell me, it won't work.
Do you think I'm going|to get involved? No, thank you.
The last thing|I want to deal with is a panicked lover looking|for a gift at the last minute.
There's a whole Promenade|of shopkeepers out there if you want to buy a gift.
Hmm.
A one-month|anniversary gift.
Did you ever hear of|anything so ridiculous? Okay.
-So now you|-Shh! Now you have him|looking for a gift.
What are you up to? I tell you, you write it down-- the next thing I know,|I'm in a holding cell.
I won't write a word, I promise.
This is just character research.
Right.
Quark, listen.
I'm working on a crime novel but I've hit a wall|in my writing.
It's it's not|truthful anymore-- phony, artificial.
I'm having trouble creating real flesh-and-blood|characters especially nefarious ones.
If you could just let me watch and listen|as you pull off whatever it is you're|going to pull off-- it could really help me out.
You could give me insight.
I could even model my|lead character after you.
Lesson Number One.
No one involved|in an extra-legal activity thinks of himself as nefarious.
Sorry.
I'm a businessman, okay? Now if you're interested in learning more|about my business I think that could be arranged.
Great.
But nothing you see or hear|turns up in print and none of it-- none of it-- gets back to your father,|understand? Completely.
So there is a sun after all.
Of course, now that the sun|is up, I can see how truly ugly|my new little home is.
There's nothing out there|but dirt and some rocks and some more dirt|and some more rocks.
Chief? Uh-huh? Can I ask you|a personal question? Sure.
Are you uncomfortable|having me aboard the Defiant? No.
Why should I be? Well, I'm a civilian.
Isn't it awkward having me|aboard a warship? Oh, we've had civilians|aboard before.
Doesn't bother me.
I was afraid you were|going to say that.
-I can hear you!|-I'm sorry? -Hello?|-Don't worry about Hold on a minute.
receiving your transmission.
|Can you hear me? Hello?! Hello? I could hear you two talking.
Can you hear me? Yes! Yes, we can hear you.
Thank God.
Whoever you are, I love you.
My name's Lisa Cusak.
Until a couple of days ago, I was the commanding officer|of the Olympia.
The Olympia? We left the Federation|over eight years ago for a long-range exploration|of the Beta Quadrant.
What happened|to your ship, Captain? We were finally heading home,|if you can believe that but then we picked up|some strange energy readings in a nearby star system and I decided to stop|and investigate.
We found an energy barrier|around the fourth planet that was unlike anything|we'd ever seen and when we probed it|with our scanners it triggered a quantum reaction.
There was an enormous surge|of metreon radiation that disabled our engines.
The next thing I knew we were spiraling in|toward the surface.
I gave the order to abandon ship and the last thing I remember is a console exploding|in my face.
I woke up in an escape pod|on the surface and I've spent|the last day and a half sitting in this cave trying|to raise someone on subspace.
Captain, Dr.
Bashir,|Chief Medical Officer.
Your message said that you were|on an L-Class planet.
Are you sure? Positive and to answer your next question yes, I've been giving myself|15cc's of tri-ox every four hours to compensate|for the excess carbon dioxide in the atmosphere just like it says|in my medical tricorder.
How much tri-ox|do you have left? Will you reduce the dosage,|Captain to 8cc's every six hours? We need to stretch out|your supply as long as possible.
What happens when she runs out|of the drug? That's a good question, Doctor.
|What happens then? You will begin to experience|the effects of hypoxia but before that happens,|the tri-ox compound will have strengthened|your cardiopulmonary system allowing you|to better withstand the effects.
"Better withstand the effects.
" In other words,|I'm going to be gasping for air and turning different shades of|blue by the time you get here.
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Thanks for brightening my day.
Is there anything we can do? There is, actually.
|I can't sleep.
l-I think the injections|are keeping me awake and I haven't had anyone|to talk to for two days.
We'll be able to help you|with that, Captain.
I'll have one of my officers stay on the com line|with you at all times.
And order them to enjoy it, too.
Done.
So, who's first? I think I'd better start.
Sounds good to me.
A lot has happened|since you left, Captain.
The Second Fleet hit|the Dominion forces occupying Betazed three|times in the last month but they keep sending|in reinforcements and fortifying their positions,|so we find it-- Okay, okay That's it, please.
|No more war news.
You're depressing me.
Oh, sorry.
No.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for you and me|and everyone in the Federation.
I can't believe we're at war.
Let's change the subject.
How about some good news? Tell me there's still something to look forward to|when I get home.
Tell me people|still fall in love and get married|and raise families.
They do.
Good, and what about you?|Are you married? No.
Seeing anyone? I mean, I hate to pry|but I'd like to think that there's still|something positive in the life of|a starship captain these days.
I am seeing someone.
Oh, now we're talking.
Tell me about her.
|What's her name? Kasidy Yates.
Kasidy? Is she the same Kasidy|I spoke to earlier? That's her.
She one of your officers? No.
Civilian.
Freighter Captain.
Uh-oh.
Sounds like|you're having problems.
Why would you say|something like that? There's no joy|in that voice of yours, Ben.
In fact, the tension level|went up when you said her name.
You sounded more relaxed when you were telling me|about the war.
Ben, are you still there? Yes.
Yes, I'm still here.
You just caught me off-guard a little.
I can tell.
You know, back when I|was a junior officer I dated a civilian|for six years.
Want to hear about it? Sure you do.
Why? Because it's a funny story|and one of us needs to cheer up.
So we met on Andor.
I was assigned to the Federation|Embassy as an attaché and he was working in the|Andorian Agricultural Ministry.
Now, at first, I didn't want|anything to do with him.
He kept pointing|his antennae at me whenever I walked|through his office and I found that sort of rude.
Excuse me|coming through.
Excuse me, excuse me Odo.
Well this is it.
Can I see it? Oh very nice.
The Major's going to love it.
How are you going|to give it to her? What sort of evening|do you have planned? I don't have anything planned.
Oh fortunately for you,|there's still time.
Pick one.
A holosuite program? It's your anniversary.
You have to do|something special.
I bought her a gift.
Have it your way.
But if it were me and I had found true love|after a lifetime of searching every month would be|worth celebrating.
All right.
Let me look at those programs.
Come on.
Looks like the Constable's going to be busy|Saturday night.
I guess that means he won't be following|me around the station or watching the airlocks|for wanted criminals or monitoring the cargo bays|for illegal transactions.
Well, he has deputies.
Deputies, I can handle.
With Odo out of the way my biggest problem|will be deciding what to do with all the|money I'm going to make! both my sisters are teachers.
I don't know how they can do it.
Personally,|I can't stand children.
Uh-huh.
I know---|I know everybody loves children.
Not me.
Yeah.
What about you?|You like children? Oh, yeah.
Really? Yeah.
You know, Doctor,|I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe you're not really|paying attention to-- Wait a minute.
What's that? There's something moving|out there.
It's getting closer.
What? Stay back.
No.
Don't hurt me.
Captain, what's going on? Please, stay back.
No, don't No! Captain Cusak, can you hear me? Hello? Hello? God She's gone.
Who is this? What have you done? I have eaten her.
What? I've eaten her! What difference|does it make to you? You weren't|even listening to her.
You have my sincere apologies.
I was carried away with my work.
I'm a patient, aren't I? Doesn't that make me|part of your work? You're right--|you're absolutely right.
I don't know|what I was thinking.
You now have|my complete attention.
Well, I've got news for you,|Doc.
I'm all talked out.
It's time for you|to cheer up one of your patients and take her mind|off her impending doom.
You're not doomed.
I feel better already.
See how easy that was? Now keep going.
Oh, what should I talk about? How did they let you|out of medical school with this kind|of bedside manner? Are you sure you're a doctor? Yes, I graduated|second in my class, in fact.
Oh.
And we're especially|proud of that, aren't we? I get the feeling that it's|going to take me some hours to crawl out of|this rather sizable hole I've dug for myself.
Not at all.
It'll take you days.
You have my personal assurance|they're high-quality crystals and you won't get them|at this price anywhere else in the Quadrant.
Five days, Cargo Bay 3.
|See you then.
I'll take this one.
Ah "Paris, 1928.
" Nice choice.
Say what you will|about humans today.
Their past was certainly romantic.
Well, book us four hours starting at 2100|on Sunday night.
You mean Saturday.
I mean Sunday.
But Saturday's the anniversary|of your first date.
Yes, but our first|date ended badly.
It's not something|I want to commemorate so I've decided to celebrate the anniversary|of our first kiss.
Your first kiss? Romantic, isn't it? Aw Come on.
Come on.
What's going on? My partner-- I can't get him on the channel.
He's changed|his com system protocols.
Already?|You just talked to him.
He's a wanted man, Jake.
He has to be very careful about how often|he uses subspace.
The authorities might try and trace his signal.
I have no way of contacting him until he gets here|Saturday night.
Well, can't you just explain|to him that he'll have to wait another day? Haven't you been|paying attention? If he even sets foot|on the station while Odo's on duty,|we'll both be in a holding cell faster than you can say|"criminal conspiracy.
" Well, what are you going to do? Th-think.
My best option is, uh um panic.
When the fighting first|broke out, I thought to myself "All right, O'Brien,|you've done this before.
"Keep your head down "focus on the job|and you'll get through this-- just like you did|in the last war.
" But this war is different.
Maybe I'm different.
I have this this growing sense of isolation.
I see people.
I talk to them,|I laugh with them, and But some part of me|is always saying "They may not be here tomorrow.
Don't get too close.
" I'm sorry.
I I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be laying all this|on your shoulders, Captain.
No, no, it's all right, Miles.
|I don't mind.
Sounds like you really need|to talk with someone about this.
I'm sure it's the last thing|you need to hear.
I should be cheering you up.
Forget about me.
You're the one|who needs cheering up.
Now, there's|a sad state of affairs.
Look, you've seen a lot|of combat in the last year.
That's a heavy burden|to carry around.
Are you sure you're a Captain,|not a Counselor? Oh, I'm sure.
I'll let you in|on a little secret, Miles.
I dislike the whole concept|of a ship's counselor.
Me, too.
I mean, l-I like some of them|personally, but-- But sometimes|they just get in the way.
That's exactly how I feel but saying it out loud|is almost heresy.
And there's this assumption|nowadays that only someone with a diploma can listen to your problems|or give you advice.
Sometimes, all you need|are good friends.
Exactly.
So where are they? What? Excuse me? Where are your friends, Miles? Why aren't they helping you|through this? Well, we, uh I haven't spoken to them|about any of this.
You know, it's not the kind|of thing you talk about.
Hmm.
Well, if you can't talk|to your friends and you can't talk to your wife,|you know who that leaves.
-A ship's counselor.
|-A ship's counselor.
Excuse me, but it's 1800 hours.
Already? Afraid so.
But we're still talking.
Boys, boys, don't fight over me.
Miles, I'll talk to you|in the morning.
And think about what I said.
All right.
And I will.
Good night, Captain.
Good night.
Well, Julian, don't let me|keep you from your work.
I know how busy you are.
No work tonight.
Oh! So you've decided|to spend your valuable time conversing|with your patient again.
That's three days in a row.
You must be swamped|with paperwork by now.
I feel awful, keeping you|from your duties like this.
I managed to catch up with|all my paperwork this afternoon thank you very much.
Let me guess.
Thanks to your amazing|genetically engineered brain you not only did your work you did the work of ten|other doctors at the same time.
Well? But you've answered|the next question I was going to ask you,|which is "how are you feeling?" I can hear that you're|in your usual acerbic good mood.
Wrong again,|my superhuman friend.
As a matter of fact,|I'm not feeling well at all.
Tell me.
The last injection|didn't do the trick.
I feel this heavy weight|on my chest.
It's getting harder to breathe and every time I move my head,|the cave starts spinning.
Come in.
What is it? Captain Cusak's|run out of tri-ox.
She's beginning to feel|the effects of CO2 poisoning.
Already? I thought she had at least a|day's worth of injections left.
So did l,|but apparently the last vial was tainted somehow,|probably in the crash.
How long does she have? No more than two days.
That's not good.
We're still three days away.
We need more speed.
Speed's not the problem.
I could increase|the warp plasma 97 gigahertz.
That would increase our velocity|to warp 9.
5 and save us almost a full day.
The problem on the Defiant is how to maintain|structural integrity when we go above warp 9.
Exactly.
|At those kind of speeds the ship literally starts|tearing herself apart.
Is there any way to strengthen|the structural integrity field? Not without bleeding power|from some other source.
Such as? The phaser reserves.
That would be unwise.
If we empty the defense reserves we could find ourselves|at an extreme disadvantage should we encounter|a Dominion ship.
We're a long way from|the front lines out here, Worf.
The chances of meeting|a Dominion ship are negligible.
We should not take that risk.
She'll die if we do not get|to her faster.
Use the phaser reserve, Chief.
Give us all the speed you can.
Aye, sir.
|Thank you, sir.
How's it going? We're increasing speed.
The Captain's condition|is worsening.
I see.
Is there anything I can do? I don't think so.
Well, I guess|I'll see you later.
-Right.
|-Right.
Are you sure|you want to hear about this? Trust me, Ben.
I'd much rather be worrying|about your love life than about my own problems|right now.
Well, when Kasidy came|to the Bridge last night all I wanted her to do|was leave and I couldn't tell you why.
She doesn't belong there, Ben.
|That's why.
She doesn't belong in that part|of your life, and you know it.
Off duty, I'm sure Kasidy|is exactly what you need but on the Defiant,|she's a random element a piece that doesn't fit|anywhere in the puzzle.
She was the Convoy Liaison|Officer on our last mission and a damned good one, too.
This isn't about her.
This is about you.
You're having trouble|doing your job when she's on the Defiant,|and that's a problem.
It's also affecting|your relationship and that's another problem.
Don't take it so hard.
So you can't mix your personal|life and your professional life.
Most people can't.
I certainly can't.
I once served on the same|starbase as my sister.
Oh, what a nightmare that was.
I look forward|to meeting you, Lisa.
I'm sure I'm not the only one around here|who feels the same way.
If you ask me everyone on that ship|could use some R&R.
Beautiful, aren't they? Gorgeous.
Do you know how much|I was going to get for these? Almost 200 bars.
That's a lot.
No kidding.
|That's a lot.
Now they're just|a crate full of junk.
You know, there's still a chance that Odo won't find out|about any of this.
No, he'll find out.
Odo would love nothing better|than to see me in jail.
And after all I did for him.
Like what? Like helping him find true love.
That's right.
If it wasn't for me he and Major Kira would|never have gotten together in the first place.
I was there for him during all the heartache|and the lonely nights.
He was wallowing in misery because she was|still seeing Shakaar.
I told him to make his move.
I told him not to give up.
I was there for him.
And what did I get out of it? Nothing.
He still spies on me.
He still bothers me about minor infractions|of the law.
And he still can't wait|for the opportunity to send me to prison.
I should have remembered|the 285th Rule of Acquisition.
"No good deed|ever goes unpunished.
" To failure.
I'm not drinking to that.
Jake, in ten minutes my business partner's ship|will dock.
In 15 minutes,|Odo will arrest him.
In 20 minutes,|my name will come up.
And in 25 minutes, Odo will walk|in here with a warrant.
I think you should humor me|on this one.
Quark I'd like|that holosuite now after all.
You would.
That's right.
Turns out|Nerys agrees with you.
She wants to celebrate|the anniversary of our first date,|not our first kiss.
So here we are.
Is the holosuite|still available? It's, um it's all yours.
The program? Odo? Have a good time.
Thank you, Quark.
I'm sure we will.
I don't believe it.
Neither do I.
I'm going to win this one, Jake.
You know what the best part is? I beat Odo.
I finally beat him.
Jake, I did it.
I've beat him.
Well, he looks happy.
He should be.
He's about to make|his biggest profit of the year.
I don't know, Odo.
You sure you want|to let him get away with smuggling Denevan crystals? I owe him one.
So he'll get this one-- but just this one.
Why is it every time|I think I have you figured out you do something|to surprise me? Like tonight.
Where did you get the idea to celebrate our one-month|anniversary in Paris? Well, some mysteries are better left unsolved.
I want a complete scan|of that barrier but use passive sensors|only, gentlemen.
An active scan is what triggered|the destruction of the Olympia.
Aye, sir.
It appears to be|an exogenic field generated by the unstable|elements in the planet's core.
Captain Cusak|just lost consciousness.
She's in the last stages|of CO2 poisoning.
If she's got any chance at all we have to get her to Sick Bay|in the next 45 minutes.
Captain, there's no way the Defiant can|penetrate the barrier.
The energy's composed|of subspace metreon radiation.
If we get anywhere near it the dilithium matrix|in the warp core will collapse and we'll be pulled down|onto the planet's surface just like the Olympia.
Options? Could we beam through it? No.
We can't get close enough|to the barrier to initiate transport.
What about a shuttlepod? Their impulse engines|don't use antimatter.
It is unlikely that|a shuttle could withstand the gravimetric stresses|that are within the barrier.
Unlikely but not impossible.
I didn't come all this way|to give up.
I'll take the risk.
Doctor, Mr.
O'Brien,|you're with me.
Mr.
Worf, you have the Bridge.
Aye, sir.
Sisko to Defiant.
We're preparing|to enter the barrier.
Acknowledged.
Good luck, Captain.
Thank you, Commander.
Shields down to 73 percent.
Primary power grid off-line.
Switching to backups.
Shields at 50 percent.
We're losing|the navigational computer.
Secondary nav comp on line.
We're coming out of it.
Damage report.
Some buckling|in the starboard hull plating but otherwise, we're fine.
Scan the planet, Doctor.
Not showing any life sign.
Wait.
I found the crash site and the cave.
Is there somewhere|we can set down nearby? Yes.
How are we for time? It's going to be tight.
We've got to get her|in the shuttle and back on the ship|in 20 minutes.
Still no life readings.
This has to be|the only direction she could have been headed in.
Over here.
It was a human female Cause of death,|carbon dioxide poisoning.
It can't be Lisa.
That woman's been dead|for years.
Three years and two months,|but all the evidence fits.
Age, rank the way she died.
If she's been dead|for three years how has she|been talking to us? It must have something to do|with the energy barrier.
When her subspace radio signal passed|through the metreon radiation in the barrier,|the signal somehow time-shifted into the future.
Then when you sent|the return signal? It went through the barrier and traveled back in time|in the same way.
We've been talking to someone|from the past? So what do we do now? We should bury her.
No, not here.
Not alone in this cave.
We'll take her back with us give her a proper burial among friends.
It's called an Irish wake.
It's a way|to memorialize a death and celebrate life|at the same time.
What are we supposed to do? Well, drink, sing songs laugh, cry,|talk about the deceased.
It sounds almost Klingon.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
When this is over I want to talk to you|about something-- something that's|been on my mind.
Okay.
Um, is it about me? Well, it-it's about|me, actually.
Oh, that's a relief.
I want to try to explain about my behavior lately.
Oh Sounds good to me.
But we'll talk about it|over dinner.
You cook.
That's a deal.
l, um I just wanted to say|that, um although I only talked with her|for a very short time I really admired Lisa Cusak.
I cared about her|and I'm going to miss her.
And another thing.
Contrary to public opinion I am not the arrogant,|self-absorbed God-like doctor|that I appear to be on occasion.
Why don't I hear anybody|objecting to that statement? Well, I will if you insist.
I insist.
Then I object.
Thank you,|Miles Edward O'Brien.
No, I have a heart and I really care|about all of you even though sometimes|it would appear that I care more about my work.
To the woman who, uh, taught me that it is sometimes necessary|to say these things-- Lisa Cusak.
-To Lisa.
|-To Lisa.
I never shook her hand and I never saw her face but she, she made me laugh and she made me weep.
She was all by herself and I was surrounded|by my friends.
Yet I felt more alone|than she did.
We've grown apart,|the lot of us.
We didn't mean for it to happen but it did.
The war changed us.
It pulled us apart.
Lisa Cusak was my friend but you are also my friends and I want my friends in my life because someday|we're going to wake up and we're going to find that someone is missing|from this circle and on that day,|we're going to mourn and we shouldn't|have to mourn alone.
To Lisa and the sweet sound|of her voice.