HELD

JANEWAY: 

What's The Emergency? 

EMH: 

I thought you should see for yourself. 

Somebody left a bundle on our doorstep. 

I turned around and there she was, lying on a bio-bed. 

JANEWAY: 

Seven must have beamed her here. 

EMH: 

Good thing, too. 

A few more minutes and I wouldn't have been able to do anything for her. 

It's hard to believe she could grow up to be a drone. 

(The baby starts to cry and the EMH picks her up.)

EMH: 

Hold her for a moment while I take some readings. 

(He hands he The Infant — She stops crying.)

Oh, I guess she just wanted to be held. 

Oh. The pathogen. 

I finished synthesizing it. 

JANEWAY: 

Start working with Tuvok on 

a way to deploy The Virus. 

EMH: 

Captain, you don't seriously plan to use it?

JANEWAY: 

If I have to. 

(To the Baby Borg)

Let's just hope your brothers and sisters don't force my hand.