Harry Kim, the equivalent of a fortune cookie without the fortune inside, awakens to find himself at home in San Francisco, his girlfriend beside him in bed. How can this be? Is this a spatial anomaly causing an alternate reality? A tear in the fabric of the space-time continuum? Yet another holodeck fantasy gone wrong? Does anybody care in the slightest?
Harry is able to piece together most of what's going on, thanks in part to Cosimo, the local cappuccino man who makes him cappuccino every morning. He reminds Harry what planet they're on and in what century, and exactly how sweet he likes his Vulcan Mocha. Harry, who has the amazing ability to never change his facial expression, doesn't. We're led to believe that on the inside he's conflicted and confused and concerned by this alternate reality, which ironically enough is not all that alternate than the one he knows as true.
After a trip to Marseilles to see Paris- don't ask- he returns home where he is promptly arrested by Starfleet as a spy. Yep, another warm and fuzzy waking-nightmare episode from the good folks at Hallmark. Luckily coffee man Cosimo reveals to Harry the secrets of the universe: THIS is exactly why you should always tip your Starbucks barista. Seems Harry's snagged in a temporal-inversion fold of the space-time matrix. Ah-ha. And it seems Cosimo is actually an alien sent to Earth to monitor Harry's safely from afar. Sure. Also, there's no way to ensure a return to the "correct" universe... Harry has as good a chance of restoring the time line and winding up back on Voyager as he does being re-born as a Ferengi proctologist. Harry- who doesn't seem particularly passionate about either existence- decides to return home because that's what it says in the script.
He and Paris steal a ship and head back toward the Mystery Hole, where their one-in-a-zillion odds of restoring reality play out perfectly. Harry's back to being the brown paper bag on a starship of colorful lunch boxes and Tom is back to being the creepy, directionless lout we all know and love.
Hooray?
GRADE: D
Harry is able to piece together most of what's going on, thanks in part to Cosimo, the local cappuccino man who makes him cappuccino every morning. He reminds Harry what planet they're on and in what century, and exactly how sweet he likes his Vulcan Mocha. Harry, who has the amazing ability to never change his facial expression, doesn't. We're led to believe that on the inside he's conflicted and confused and concerned by this alternate reality, which ironically enough is not all that alternate than the one he knows as true.
After a trip to Marseilles to see Paris- don't ask- he returns home where he is promptly arrested by Starfleet as a spy. Yep, another warm and fuzzy waking-nightmare episode from the good folks at Hallmark. Luckily coffee man Cosimo reveals to Harry the secrets of the universe: THIS is exactly why you should always tip your Starbucks barista. Seems Harry's snagged in a temporal-inversion fold of the space-time matrix. Ah-ha. And it seems Cosimo is actually an alien sent to Earth to monitor Harry's safely from afar. Sure. Also, there's no way to ensure a return to the "correct" universe... Harry has as good a chance of restoring the time line and winding up back on Voyager as he does being re-born as a Ferengi proctologist. Harry- who doesn't seem particularly passionate about either existence- decides to return home because that's what it says in the script.
He and Paris steal a ship and head back toward the Mystery Hole, where their one-in-a-zillion odds of restoring reality play out perfectly. Harry's back to being the brown paper bag on a starship of colorful lunch boxes and Tom is back to being the creepy, directionless lout we all know and love.
Hooray?
GRADE: D