Beverly's not sure what to believe when it comes to the afterlife, especially after her ghostly encounter with her husband months ago. But whatever happens after death, it's always been important to her to remember, to never forget those she's lost. She takes several small lotus-shaped lanterns and sits down by the river to carefully write a single name on each lantern: Isabel Howard, Paul Howard, Jack Crusher, Walker Keel, Tasha Yar, Reyga... their names stack up around her until she has a small fleet of flowers ready to set sail. She turns to the nearest person and asks, "Would you mind helping me carry these to the water?"
iv. down with the sickness
Sneezing, headaches, sore throat - symptoms that are probably very familiar to most residents of the quarantine and no great cause for immediate concern. Just a cold the other doctors reassure her. But for Beverly, that is very alarming: she's never had a cold and she's not supposed to be able to get one either. The cure for the common cold came a long time ago.
The answer comes, of course, from her tricorder: nanites. She's infected with thousands of them, self-replicating like a virus. It's not the first time she's encountered nanobots - in fact, she's developed ones for medical use herself before - but there's something different about these, something magical, she fears.
As she sees more and more people becoming sick, she becomes almost obsessive in her quest to fight the nanites. In an effort not to infect anyone else at the hospital, she recreates in the holodeck her own med lab from the Enterprise, where she works from morning until night. Obviously, this is hardly ideal in her weakened state and one evening as she walks home, she faints, right on the sidewalk outside her apartment.
Beverly Crusher | OTA
Beverly's not sure what to believe when it comes to the afterlife, especially after her ghostly encounter with her husband months ago. But whatever happens after death, it's always been important to her to remember, to never forget those she's lost. She takes several small lotus-shaped lanterns and sits down by the river to carefully write a single name on each lantern: Isabel Howard, Paul Howard, Jack Crusher, Walker Keel, Tasha Yar, Reyga... their names stack up around her until she has a small fleet of flowers ready to set sail. She turns to the nearest person and asks, "Would you mind helping me carry these to the water?"
iv. down with the sickness
Sneezing, headaches, sore throat - symptoms that are probably very familiar to most residents of the quarantine and no great cause for immediate concern. Just a cold the other doctors reassure her. But for Beverly, that is very alarming: she's never had a cold and she's not supposed to be able to get one either. The cure for the common cold came a long time ago.
The answer comes, of course, from her tricorder: nanites. She's infected with thousands of them, self-replicating like a virus. It's not the first time she's encountered nanobots - in fact, she's developed ones for medical use herself before - but there's something different about these, something magical, she fears.
As she sees more and more people becoming sick, she becomes almost obsessive in her quest to fight the nanites. In an effort not to infect anyone else at the hospital, she recreates in the holodeck her own med lab from the Enterprise, where she works from morning until night. Obviously, this is hardly ideal in her weakened state and one evening as she walks home, she faints, right on the sidewalk outside her apartment.