(Odo enters, walking very carefully, and groaning.)
BASHIR: Good morning, Constable. And what can I do for you today?
ODO: It's my back.
BASHIR: Let's take a look.
ODO: It happened this morning when I got out of bed.
(It's painful to sit on the bed.)
ODO: I have Alvanian spine mites, don't I?
ODO: I'll be in pain for the rest of my life.
BASHIR: Odo, you have a pinched nerve.
BASHIR: It comes from bad posture.
ODO: Me? Ridiculous. You've never seen anyone sit so straight.
BASHIR: Exactly. You carry yourself too rigidly.
ODO: This is how I've always carried myself.
BASHIR: You haven't always have a spinal column. You're not a
changeling anymore. Now that you're a humanoid, you have to learn to
ODO: That's what you said last week.
ODO: And it helped. That and the prune juice.
BASHIR: There, you see? I know what I'm talking about.
(Bashir gives Odo a hypo in the lower back.)
QUARK: Back trouble?
ODO: It's none of your concern, Quark.
QUARK: Bad posture.
ODO: Will you get out of here.
BASHIR: What you need is a stretching regimen. Worf's morning exercise
class should be just the thing.
QUARK: Forget that. I've got a holosuite programme that'll take care of
him. Three Orion slave girls strap you
QUARK: Go ahead, suffer.
ODO: What do you want?
QUARK: A Yridian I've been dealing with sold me something that might
ODO: I don't think so.
QUARK: You don't even know what it is.
ODO: I know I don't want it.
QUARK: In that case, can you tell me how to get in touch with the
Founders? I know they'll want it.
ODO: What are you talking about?
(Quark takes out an elaborate bottle of blue goo.)
QUARK: It's a changeling. Or it was, anyway. Since it's dead I'll let
you have it for five slips of latinum.
ODO: It's not dead.
QUARK: In that case make it ten.
ODO: It's sick.
QUARK: Eight and we'll call it even.
(Quark taps a sale into his PADD and gets Odo's thumbprint.)
QUARK: It's a pleasure doing business with you.
BASHIR: If that is a changeling, maybe we should get it into a security
ODO: That won't be necessary.
BASHIR: If it gets out of that container, it could be dangerous.
ODO: It's not going anywhere, Doctor. It doesn't know how. It's just a
(After the opening credits, the blue goo is on top of a pulsing devise,
and just a bit is now orange.)
SISKO: A baby changeling?
ODO: Centuries ago, my people sent a hundred of us out into the galaxy
so we could learn about other races. When I was found, I looked very
much like this.
SISKO: You were this small?
ODO: Like a humanoid child, it'll grow. Its mass will increase as its
shape-shifting abilities develop.
BASHIR: As far as I can tell, it was exposed to a massive amount of
tetryon radiation. I'm going to have to purge the isotopes with an
SISKO: Get on it. Are you sure it's no danger to us, Constable?
ODO: When I was first discovered, I didn't know what I was. I had no
memory of where I was from. I didn't even know I had the ability to
mimic other forms.
SISKO: Why would the Founders send such helpless creatures out into
ODO: To find out if the species they encountered posed any threat. What
better way to gauge another race than to see how it treats the weak and
SISKO: I see your point. How long before it is able to take humanoid
ODO: Several months. Why?
SISKO: Well, there's still a lot we don't know about your people. The
changelings could provide Starfleet with invaluable information about
ODO: Well, that being the case, I'd like to be allowed to work with it,
to teach it how to shape-shift.
SISKO: Oh, I can't think of anyone better qualified. You might just
want a little help. Maybe you should contact Doctor Mora?
ODO: Mora? Why?
SISKO: Well, he managed to find a way to communicate with you. He
obviously knows what he's doing.
ODO: Maybe so, but I'd prefer to do this alone.
SISKO: It's your call. But it's always nice to have someone around to
help change the diapers.
ODO: I'll keep that in mind.
(And later again, the goo in the cylinder is orange.)
BASHIR: The purge was almost a hundred percent effective. The
concentration of isotopes is nearly negligible.
ODO: It certainly looks healthier.
BASHIR: Well, I'd better go and check on Kira. Did you hear? She's in
BASHIR: But I guess you have your own baby to think about. There is
still a small degree of instability in its morphogenic matrix. I'm
hoping it'll level out. I've set the computer to monitor for biomimetic
fluctuations just in case.
ODO: Thank you, Doctor.
BASHIR: Good luck.
ODO: How do you feel? Better? I realise you can't understand a word I'm
saying, but that doesn't matter. I know you're aware of me. You see, I
was once like you. I spent months in a lab being prodded and poked by a
scientist who didn't recognise I was a lifeform. He thought I was a
specimen, a mystery that needed to be unravelled. He never talked to
me. It didn't occur to him. I didn't know what I was, or what I was
supposed to do. I was lost, alone, but it's not going to be that way
with you. No, I'm not going to make the same mistakes that were made
with me. Come on, I want to show you something.
(Bajoran birth is more of a ceremony than an
operation. Kira is semi-reclined, Y'Pora
the midwife holds a round rattle, Keiko has a gentler cylinder rattle
that she spins by rubbing the stem between her palms, and O'Brien has a
small gong. Each plays them in turn. Like everyone else, Bashir wears a
stole. O'Brien sneezes.)
KEIKO: I'm sorry.
(They start again.)
O'BRIEN: Something's wrong. Kira said this would only take about an
BASHIR: For Bajoran women, giving birth is all about being relaxed.
KEIKO: He's right, Miles. That's why it's important for us to keep the
O'BRIEN: She's not going to relax until Shakaar gets here. I called him
almost six hours ago. It takes half that time to make the trip from
KEIKO: He's the First Minister of Bajor. He's a very busy man.
BASHIR: And so am I. I have three surgeries scheduled this afternoon.
I'll try and pop by later.
KIRA: Y'Pora, the baby, he's moving.
Y'PORA: Relax. Breathe. It won't be long now.
SHAKAAR: Sorry I'm late. How are you?
KIRA: All right.
SHAKAAR: I threw you off, didn't I?
KIRA: It's all right, I'll get back on track. I'm glad you're here.
(Odo is talking to orange goo in a mug.)
ODO: This is the Replimat. Humanoids come here to eat. They, we rather,
need to ingest nutrients. This is my home. It's a space station. People
of many different species live here together. After you've learned to
take humanoid shape, I'll show you everything. You can live here too,
if you want. It's a fascinating place.
WORF: Constable. Why are you talking to your beverage?
ODO: It's not a beverage. It's a changeling. Excuse me, Commander.
(Odo leaves, and Worf looks at his drink suspiciously.)
(Odo pours baby into a large dish.)
ODO: There we go. Now, doesn't that feel better? Nothing like spreading
yourself out after being cooped up in a jar, eh? You have no idea of
the marvels that are in store for you. Do you know what you are? You're
a changeling. A shape-shifter. You can be anything. A Tarkalean hawk
soaring through the sky, or a Filian python burrowing deep beneath the
ground. It's all yours for the taking. I was never a very good
shape-shifter. If you could see the face I'm stuck with, you'd know
what I mean, but I think I can be a good teacher. You'll be better than
I ever was. And I promise I'll never treat you the way I was treated.
ODO: Doctor Mora. What are you doing here?
MORA: Well, I heard about the changeling. I came to help. Remarkable.
You know, it's much larger than you were. What is that, about a quarter
of a litre?
ODO: I suppose so.
MORA: You didn't measure it?
ODO: What difference does it make how large it is?
MORA: It could make a great deal of difference. Size could be an
indication that it's already exercised its ability to shape-shift.
ODO: I thought you were on Earth, working with Starfleet on new ways to
detect changeling infiltrators.
MORA: Fortunately I was visiting my parents on Bajor when I got news of
your find. How are you, Odo? I've been worried.
MORA: I heard that your people took away your ability to shape-shift.
ODO: Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine.
MORA: I knew you were going to say that. You never want to give
anything away even though it's all right there in your face. Well,
let's get started, hmm? We have a lot of work ahead of us.
ODO: Actually, Doctor
MORA: I told Starfleet that I won't be coming back for a couple of
ODO: That may have been premature.
MORA: No, it'll take at least that long to get the changeling to
(Mora points a device at the baby.)
ODO: Don't do that!
(Odo takes the device and turns it off.)
MORA: Well, I see you still have trouble controlling your temper. I was
just trying to determine its mass.
ODO: Doctor Mora, I understand that you want to help, but I'm going to
do this alone.
MORA: Alone? Odo, you don't know the first thing about teaching a
changeling how to shape-shift.
ODO: Well then I'll just muddle through somehow. You did.
MORA: It's too warm in here. You know, a changeling's morphogenic
matrix is most malleable at seventeen degrees Celsius.
ODO: I used to be able to change shape in almost any temperature.
MORA: That's true. But why not make it easy for the changeling. It took
me weeks to figure out the optimal temperature, the humidity, even the
light levels. Now don't you think that's information you could use?
ODO: Well, I suppose I could take a look at your reports.
MORA: Oh, feel free to, of course. Except I was never one to keep
extensive records. I always wanted to move on to the next test.
ODO: Oh, believe me, I remember your tests very well.
MORA: Oh, so that's what this is about. You still resent the things I
did to you in order to induce you to shape-shift. Well I know they
weren't pleasant for you, but really, Odo, I would hope that you would
get past that by now. I am disappointed.
ODO: I have my own ideas about how to teach the changeling.
MORA: I imagine they're less invasive.
ODO: You don't think I can do it, do you?
MORA: I didn't say that. As a matter of fact, I'd be fascinated to see
what you have in mind.
ODO: Well, in that case, why don't you stay and observe?
MORA: If you insist.
KEIKO: What's wrong?
KIRA: I don't know. It's like a cramp or something.
Y'PORA: You shouldn't be feeling any pain. Well, it appears you're not
going to be having the baby today.
Y'PORA: You were in labour too long.
O'BRIEN: I wonder why.
Y'PORA: For whatever reason you weren't able to fully relax. Your
system had to stop producing endorphins before they accumulated to
SHAKAAR: When will she have the baby?
Y'PORA: It could be a few more days, or a few more weeks.
KIRA: Weeks? If I don't have this baby soon, I'm going to go out of my
Y'PORA: If you want, you can go see Doctor Bashir and have him
KIRA: No, no, I want to have this baby the traditional Bajoran way.
KEIKO: We're a hundred percent behind you, Nerys. Right, Miles?
KIRA: Can you stay?
SHAKAAR: I'll have to rearrange my schedule, but I think so.
Y'PORA: Nerys, return to your quarters and rest. I'll come by and see
you later. (to Shakaar) You. Be punctual next time or don't come at
all. (to O'Brien) And you? Practice.
(Mora is watching Odo trying to coax baby into
shifting, and shaking his head.)
ODO: This is a sphere. It's one of the most basic forms in nature.
(Odo puts the marble into the baby's dish and sends it rolling around
ODO: See how it rolls? Interesting, isn't it? You're in my light. Now,
this won't hurt a bit. Here we are. Here we go. Yeah, yeah.
(Odo pours baby into a spherical glass.)
ODO: Now, this is also a sphere. Feel its symmetry, the softness of its
shape, the sameness. Now you try.
(After a moment, he pours baby into the dish again.)
ODO: There we are. I understand that you prefer to remain shapeless.
Believe me, I remember how relaxing it could be. But you have to learn
to take other forms. That's what changelings do. It can be immensely
rewarding. I remember the first time Doctor Mora here coerced me into
taking the shape of a cube with one of his electrostatic gadgets. Once
I did it, and he turned the infernal thing off, I was perfectly content
to stay a cube for hours. It was fascinating, all those right angles.
Of course, he had other plans. Before I knew it, he had me spinning
around in a centrifuge. Well, if you're not interested in a sphere
right now, we can always try a cube. What do you think? All right, now,
this is a pyramid. It's one of the most mysterious shapes in nature.
(Time passes. Odo is pouring baby from cube to pyramid.)
ODO: Now Mister Pyramid, here comes Mister Cube.
(And later still, Odo scans baby in a cylinder, and lying flat. He
shows the cylinder itself in a mirror, then starts introducing other
shapes such as a spiral. Odo lifts the cylinder off and baby spreads
out but with a small edge. Later, Mora is scanning baby when Odo
ODO: What are you doing?
MORA: I'm measuring its volume. It's been here a week and it's only
grown seventeen percent. After three days in my lab, you were twice
ODO: Well, maybe I was anxious to grow up so I could get out of there.
MORA: My point is, you've made no progress. By this time I'd already
gotten you to mimic half a dozen simple forms.
ODO: I'm trying to gain its confidence, not teach it tricks.
MORA: It's a shame you're not a changeling anymore. You could link with
it and teach it everything it needs to know.
ODO: You make it sound like it's my fault.
MORA: It might very well be. Let's face it, Odo, your shape-shifting
ability was somewhat limited. Maybe that's why your people were able to
force you to take a humanoid form.
ODO: That is pure speculation.
MORA: Let's run a few tests and find out.
ODO: Oh, you are just dying to get me into one of your contraptions,
MORA: I'm trying to help.
ODO: I am not about to submit myself to another round of your
MORA: Everything I did to you was for your own good.
MORA: True, some of the tests that I subjected you to proved
ODO: The vacuum chamber springs to mind. The cytoplasmic separator.
Come to think of it, the protein decompiler as well.
MORA: How could I know until I tried? By the Prophets, Odo, I wasn't
even sure you were a lifeform.
ODO: I wasn't sure about you either.
MORA: Once I realised you were sentient, the Cardassians wanted to know
everything about you. I was under enormous pressure to come up with
results, and I did. My technique worked. The fact that you are standing
here whining about it proves it.
ODO: You enjoyed watching me suffer.
MORA: You really believe that? How pathetic. If it wasn't for me, you'd
still be sitting on a shelf somewhere, in a beaker labeled unknown
ODO: If it wasn't for me, you'd be a nobody. Starfleet wouldn't hire
you to judge a science fair.
MORA: I'm getting a little tired of standing around watching you, but I
can't seem to pull myself away. I can't wait to see what next
preposterous thing you're going to try. Who knows, maybe in a couple
months, it may get so tired of your incessant chatter that it might
actually do something.
ODO: You'd love to get your hands on it, wouldn't you? You could sell
tickets on the Promenade. Doctor Mora's Chamber of Horrors open for
business. Right this way.
(Sisko is in the doorway.)
SISKO: How's it going, gentlemen?
ODO: Making progress, sir.
SISKO: I'm glad to hear it. I was just talking with Starfleet Command.
They want you to establish communication with the changeling as soon as
MORA: At the rate we're going, that is still a long way off.
SISKO: Better not be too long, otherwise Starfleet is going to want to
take over the project.
SISKO: As long as you're making progress, there's nothing to worry
about. Oh, by the way. Starfleet wants you to file daily reports for
ODO: Understood, sir.
SISKO: Carry on.
MORA: Now you understand the kind of pressure I was going through. I
brought my old equipment from Bajor. Maybe it's time we started
(And now Mora's equipment is set up.)
MORA: Any time you're ready.
(Odo pours baby into the big dish.)
ODO: Don't worry. You're going to get through this all right.
MORA: Oh, no, no, no. I'm just an observer here.
(Odo works a control panel and a wide blue circle appears on the bottom
of the dish.)
MORA: Odo, the changeling won't respond to anything less than six
ODO: There must be some other way.
MORA: Spare the rod, spoil the child. Odo, without discomfort the
changeling will be perfectly comfortable to remain in its gelatinous
state. It'll just lie there, never realising it has the ability to
mimic other forms, never living up to its potential. Odo, six
millivolts is not going to hurt it. Once it realizes there's no charge
in the centre, the procedure will be finished.
(Odo ups the voltage and baby starts moving, searching for somewhere
MORA: Checking to see if I'm enjoying myself?
(Baby moves into the small circle in the middle.)
ODO: That's it. You've found it.
MORA: I smiled the first time you did that. Little did I realise you'd
end up hating me for it. Well, shall we move on?
ODO: Why not?
(O'Brien is giving Kira an ankle massage when
SHAKAAR: How're you feeling?
KIRA: I'm all right. My feet are a little swollen.
O'BRIEN: A little? They've never been this bad.
SHAKAAR: There's a zero-grav tumbling performance on the Promenade
tonight. Do you want to go?
KIRA: Well, maybe.
O'BRIEN: You can't go standing around for an hour.
SHAKAAR: Chief, would you mind leaving us alone for a minute?
O'BRIEN: I'm almost done.
SHAKAAR: I'll take over.
KIRA: I think it's time.
O'BRIEN: You got to do it harder.
SHAKAAR: I know what I'm doing.
KIRA: It's time.
O'BRIEN: And you've to work up the legs.
KIRA: It's time!
(The men take an arm each and pull her to and fro. Kira shakes them off
and carefully gets off the bed on her own.)
ODO: Now if I were you, I'd hold this shape.
Otherwise you'll be in for a little shock.
(Odo lifts off the cylinder and baby relaxes.)
ODO: Wait a minute.
(Baby goes back to being a cylinder.)
MORA: I had to try that three times before you caught on.
ODO: Actually, the first two times I didn't hold my shape on purpose.
MORA: You're not serious.
ODO: I suppose I didn't want to give you the satisfaction.
MORA: Well someday, if you're very lucky, this changeling will give you
the satisfaction of saying, thank you very much, you did so much for
me. Then again, it may leave the way you did. It will announce that
it's striking out on its own and you will never hear from it again. I'm
going to get something to eat.
(Baby stretches up, then makes an Odo face on the end of it. They look
at each other before it returns to being a cylinder)
MORA: I mean, the eyes!
ODO: When he rose up.
MORA: The eyes are incredible.
ODO: For a minute there, I thought he was going to say something.
(Odo picks up a PADD)
MORA: Oh, put that down. We're celebrating.
ODO: Oh, er, it's just that I've fallen behind in my security reports
over these last few days.
MORA: Well you can catch up later. Aren't you excited about what
ODO: Of course I'm excited.
MORA: Tomorrow, we can expose the changeling to simple life-forms so it
can mimic them. Some algae, some fungus. In a few more days, maybe even
ODO: I can't wait until I can actually communicate with it. There's so
much I want it to see, so much I want to share.
MORA: Well, you may get that chance sooner than you think. The
changeling is developing far faster than you did. I didn't mean that as
a criticism. If anything, it's a compliment. I mean, I was wrong. Your
approach to communicating to the changeling was sound. I mean, don't
you see? It's reaching out to you. It's curious about you. The first
time you ever did anything like that was when you formed a tentacle to
slap my hand away from the control panel.
ODO: I remember. I wanted you to stop zapping me.
MORA: You formed a connection with this changeling. That is something I
was never able to do with you.
ODO: That's not true. I respected you.
MORA: You feared me.
ODO: You didn't know what I was. You were experimenting on what looked
like a lump of organic residue. That's what I'd still be if it weren't
MORA: You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that. I'm
sorry, I know this sort of talk makes you uncomfortable. I suppose it's
all my fault. If I hadn't poked and prodded you so much, you may have
grown up with a less forbidding disposition.
ODO: Something tells me no matter what we do to that changeling, it's
going to have a more pleasant disposition than mine. It's just the way
MORA: I'll leave you to your work.
ODO: Doctor Mora? (to replicator) Two glasses of champagne, please.
(O'Brien finally gets the rhythm right.)
Y'PORA: The baby has turned. It's time. Awake, child.
KEIKO: We await you with love.
SHAKAAR: And welcome you into the world.
(O'Brien tries to move but)
SHAKAAR: Why don't you stay there?
O'BRIEN: I can't see from here.
O'BRIEN: It's my baby.
SHAKAAR: I think it would make Nerys uncomfortable.
O'BRIEN: What are you talking about? She's been living in my home for
the last five months.
KEIKO: Be quiet.
SHAKAAR: What's that supposed to mean?
O'BRIEN: Look, I missed Molly's birth, I am not going to miss this one.
KIRA: I'm trying to have a baby. I am sick of this ridiculous little
competition between the two of you. Now, if one of you says one more
word, you're going to have to leave.
O'BRIEN: Fine, tell him to let me to
SHAKAAR: Just tell him to stay where
KIRA: Right, that's it. Out, both of you.
O'BRIEN: You're joking.
KEIKO: Does it look like she's joking? Out!
O'BRIEN: Nice going.
SHAKAAR: Oh, do me a favour. Next time you have a baby, leave my
girlfriend out of it, huh?
QUARK: Comes to three hundred and twenty four. I'm going to have to
start watering the drinks again
(Odo is taking bottles from a shelf.)
QUARK: What are you doing back there?
ODO: What does it look like I'm doing?
QUARK: We're closed.
ODO: Have a seat.
QUARK: You're in a good mood.
ODO: Yes, I am.
QUARK: Which means you're probably about to arrest me on some trumped
ODO: Not at all. I am buying you a drink.
ODO: Doctor Mora has gone to sleep, and I still feel like celebrating.
QUARK: What are you up to?
ODO: I am happy, Quark. Can't you just accept that?
QUARK: No. It doesn't fit. If you're happy, something's very wrong in
the world. The centre cannot not hold.
ODO: There we go.
QUARK: I've got it. You're getting back at me for selling you that sick
ODO: Actually, I should thank you.
QUARK: If you want the money back, just say so.
ODO: It changed my life. Here's to you, Quark.
QUARK: All right, all right, I confess. I don't know what I did, but I
did it. Just stop. I can't take it anymore.
ODO: Do you ever think about having children?
ODO: You see, I never did. It seemed like too much trouble. But then
fate dropped one into my lap and now I couldn't be happier. Cheers.
It's strange. Over the past few months, I came to accept the fact that
I'd never have any contact with my people again. They rejected me, they
turned me into a humanoid. A part of me was lost forever. But that
little ball of goo back in the lab changed everything. I feel as if I'm
experiencing what it is to be a changeling again. And somehow, being a
solid doesn't seem so bad anymore.
QUARK: Fill me up.
COMPUTER: Computer to Security Chief Odo. Please acknowledge.
ODO: Go ahead.
COMPUTER: The lifeform being monitored is displaying biomimetic
fluctuations beyond stated parameters.
ODO: Have Doctor Mora meet me in the science lab.
(Baby is small and mostly blue again.)
ODO: What's happened?
MORA: It's morphogenic matrix is destabilising. It's dying.
BASHIR: Its lifesigns are fading. The radiation may
have damaged its cytoplasm in a way we weren't able to detect.
ODO: There must be something you can do.
MORA: You might try an enzymatic induction. That might stabilise the
BASHIR: It's worth a shot.
ODO: It has to work, it has to.
MORA: Odo, please, wait outside. We'll do everything we can.
KIRA: I feel so good.
KEIKO: You're doing great, Nerys.
Y'PORA: Here he comes.
KIRA: Keiko, would you do me a favour?
KEIKO: Kira said you can both come back in if you
promise to behave.
O'BRIEN: After you.
SHAKAAR: Oh, no. After you.
KEIKO: Will you two get in here! You're going to miss everything.
(Shakaar and O'Brien try to go through the doorway together)
Y'PORA: That's it, Nerys. Relax. Let it come.
That's right. Breathe.
KEIKO: Oh, look at him, Miles.
O'BRIEN: He's beautiful.
(Anxious father Odo is pacing)
BASHIR: There's nothing we could do. I'm sorry, Odo. It won't be very
(Mora hands Odo the baby's cylinder. It's deep
green now. Odo pours it out into his hand.)
ODO: Please, don't die. There's so much I want to show you. I was going
to teach you how to become a Tarkalean hawk, remember?
(Baby soaks into Odo's hands.)
MORA: What happened? Where did it go?
BASHIR: It somehow integrated itself into Odo's body
BASHIR: Odo, what's wrong?
ODO: It can't be.
(Odo walks out of the Infirmary, morphs into a hawk and flies along the
Promenade, leaving his clothes on the floor. Then he lands on the upper
level and turns back into fully dressed Odo.)
SHAKAAR: This might be a good time to take some
leave and come down to Bajor.
KIRA: Maybe in a few weeks. Right now I feel like staying around here.
SHAKAAR: So you can be close to the baby. He's a good-looking boy.
KIRA: He is, isn't he?
CREWMAN [OC]: Shuttle four seven zero nine for Bajor now departing.
KIRA: You'd better go.
SHAKAAR: I have a few minutes left.
(Just away from the airlock)
MORA: So how does it feel to be yourself again?
ODO: I just wish it hadn't happened the way it did.
MORA: I am sorry. If it helps, think of it as a gift. Something the
changeling wanted you to have.
ODO: I think I finally understand how much I meant to you and what you
must have gone through when I left.
MORA: You had to find your own way in the world.
ODO: I should have included you in my life.
MORA: You still can. (they embrace) Take care of yourself, Odo
(Mora goes into the airlock and Kira comes out.)
ODO: I thought the O'Briens were having a party.
KIRA: Shakaar and I stopped by. I didn't feel much like celebrating.
KIRA: I got into this because the O'Briens' needed my help. I never
wanted a baby. But now? I just wish I could hold him in my arms and
never let him go.
ODO: I think I know how you feel, Nerys.
KIRA: Want to take a walk?