. . . Several Decades ago . . .
. . . Gavalros Seven . . .
Riker came out of the tent rubbing the bridge of his nose appearing to be rather perplexed.
"What did she say?" Worf asked.
Riker looked toward Worf.
"Your son can't hear it." Riker said.
"Cover your ears, Alex." Worf said.
"Okay." Alexander said.
Alexander covered his ears.
"He is going to die in a shuttle. . ." Riker said. "In 2464 . . . On September 17th."
"That means we will get home, eventually," Worf said, in hope. "And the captain will live."
Alexander uncovers his ears.
"I have made my decision," Riker said. "I won't go."
"Go where?" Alexander asked.
"Alexander, why don't you visit with your friend Farah?" Worf asked.
"Really?" Alexander said. "You told me not to visit her again."
"I change my mind." Worf said.
"Best dad ever!" Alexander said.
Alexander left down the beaten path.
"Come back before it is dark!" Worf warned Alexander.
"I will." Alexander shouted back.
Once Alexander had vanished out of eyesight, Worf faced toward Riker.
"That is a honorable choice," Worf said. "My friend."
"Though if I ever need your help . . ." Riker said. "Can Klingons freely leave 'Sto-vo-kor'?"
"It is unknown but there are legends indicating that is possible," Worf said. "Though this will have to be a emergency,"
"I certainly believe it will." Riker said, with a nod.
"We have to really see our captain deteriorate like this . ." Worf said, sadly.
"Yes, we do, Worf." Riker said.
Worf looked up toward Riker.
"And you are ready to snap him out of his fantasy's?" Worf asked.
"I am." Riker said.
When in private or on the Enterprise, they would call each other by their ranks as though they were still out in space.
"If I had a brother like you, perhaps he wouldn't be so bad at being human like you." Worf admitted.
"Anyone is capable of being human," Riker said. "Even Data."