Stardate: 52054.2

	Colors drifted lazily in the inky darkness as Jack Hindman slept. Red,
blues, yellows, and greens. Several others were there, but not as bright.
Here, the Ensign was at peace, alone with his own thoughts. Then
everything began to shudder, the whispy clouds of color dissipated, leaving
Jack stranded in a sea of blackness.
	"What's wrong with him, Doctor Wallin?" The voice was distant,
unrecognizable.
	"He's slipped into a coma. I don't know why."
Jack suddenly was engulfed by a large flash of light, blinded by it. It was
followed by a large explosion which shook everything in his mind. He heard
garbled words as everything shook, red bolts of lightning cutting into his
thoughts.
	That was when he heard it. It started low, but gradually grew into a
deafening hiss, followed by a familiar voice. No, not an actual voice. It was 
a message in his mind.
	<We are delighted that you are still with us. We were afraid that you
would perish. Nonetheless, we are going to leave you and your crew alone,
for the time being. Currently we are busy fixing a...problem. Listen closely,
for I will say this only one time. We are not through. Our race will be back,
and your crew will die. Take care>
	The creature was gone, into the darkness. At least, for the time
being. Suddenly there was light, and Jack's eyes shot open. He gasped for
breath and shuddered for a moment. After a few moments he caught his
breath, and he looked around him. The EMH was there, and so was Wallin.
	"What...happened?" Jack coughed, clutching his chest.
	"You slipped into a coma, suddenly," the EMH said, calmly. "After
we attempted to bring you back, you went into arrest. You were very lucky
to have survived."
	"They...talked to me," Jack said, letting out a long breath.
	"What did they say?" Wallin spoke, arms folded across his chest.
	"They said that they were busy with a 'problem'. I suppose they 
won't be bothering us for a while, or so they said. But they'll be back. 
I know it."
	There was a moment of silence before Jack heard something in the 
very back of his mind. It sounded like a shrill wind blowing through an 
empty house.  It was a silent laugh.