. . . 54 years ago. . .
"Sir," Worf said. "The Horseceons are lying."
"Are you sure, Mr Worf?" Jean-Luc asked, unsure.
"I saw their starship with Alexander while hunting," Worf said. "They have lied to us since the beginning."
Jean-Luc put his hands on Worf's shoulders.
"That would mean they intended us to get stuck here," Jean-Luc said. "I don't see the point in getting us stuck here."
"Perhaps we saw something we shouldn't have seen in the bridge not just those ships," Worf said. "Maybe they are in arms with the Romulans. Maybe they have intercepted on our broadcast we sent those years ago to Star Fleet and prevented it from getting any further." Jean-Luc took his hands off Worf's shoulders. "I am very enraged about this. My son has been living under the false pretense we are stuck here without help when we are nearby help."
"Perhaps we should awaken Data and go after them," Jean-Luc said.
"No, I will like to be sure." Worf said.
Jean-Luc raised a eyebrow.
"Are you saying you are not sure?" Jean-Luc asked, skeptically.
"Yes, sir." Worf said.
Jean-Luc sighed, glancing over to Robert and Jack crawling on the floor. Robert was one year older than Jack so technically he was walking around playing with his toys that had been constructed. All of the crew had participated along with some help of the planet natives to create toys for their young and themselves. They grew crops. They grew plant life. They had certain ingredients to medicine that the computer in the battle sick bay section had to list.
"I would hate them if we all settled because they wanted us to." Jean-Luc said.
"If you like, you can come with me to face them." Worf said.
"No," Jean-Luc said. "You could go with . . ."
"I won't go with Data," Worf said. "I cannot allow him to put him in the way when he can be of more use when we are going home."
"Home . . . " Jean-Luc said. "It never seemed so far away."
"I will take Alexander with me," Worf said. "I will be back with word and proof of their treachery."
Worf left Jean-Luc.