In Seven's alcove, the Doctor stood before the open doors of the TARDIS. Mission completed, he had given some tours of it, but did not allow scanning. Now with all the crew but Janeway and Seven returned to their duties, he knew it was time to go.
Janeway shook his hand. "I wish we had more time to get to know you Doctor. You're quite an interesting individual."
The Doctor, never one to turn down praise, beamed, "Yes, I suppose I am. I don't know if we'll ever meet again, but since I have a lot of . . . time on my hands, I wouldn't think it impossible."
"Well, I've got a ship to run. Goodbye Doctor."
As Janeway left, the Doctor turned to Seven. "It's been a pleasure to know you Seven. You know, I could see that there are some difficulties in relationships between yourself and some of the crew. Would you like to come with me? It would be a whole new universe."
Seven smiled slightly. "Your offer is tempting Doctor. I feel there is much you could show and teach me, but Voyager is my collective now. I must decline the invitation."
The Doctor leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Well then, farewell and good luck Seven. I know you'll assimilate the hearts of this crew, you've done a pretty good job on mine."
As the Doctor entered the TARDIS, Seven was speechless. Standing there in her commando uniform, she almost asked him to stop. But if she left, who would look out for the Doctor and Naomi?
With a wheezing, groaning noise, the TARDIS initiated its engine and disappeared. Seven stood staring at the afterimage of the amazing ship. Surreptitiously, she raised her hidden tricorder and looked at the screen. On it was a simple message, "I TOLD YOU NO SCANS, YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!"
With a smile, Seven put down the device and entered her alcove. She had promised Naomi Wildman a session in astrometrics. To deal with the precocious child, she would need to regenerate.