Again Picard found himself blinded by a flash of light. When he could open his eyes again he was standing in what seemed to be an arena.

"Who are you?" said a voice behind him.

Turning around Picard came face to face with a younger man. The man wore some sort of uniform, though Picard could not recognize it. The man also wore a haggard expression, one Picard had seen many times, privately, in the mirror. It was the face of difficult decisions for the good of principles.

" I asked you a question," said the man louder, his annoyance showing.

Picard looked him square in the eye. Calmly he said, " I am Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise."

To Picard's suprise the man drew back in shock.

"How is that possible?" he muttered. He looked back at Picard confusion written all over his face.

"Where are we?" asked Picard deciding it was his turn to ask questions, " What is this place?"

" Your guess is as good as mine," replied the other man, " I'm not sure how I got here. The last thing I remeber was Trip and Malcolm fighting over the comm system and a sudden attack."

"Attack!" belted Picard, " From whom?" catching the others suprise he continued a little more calmly, " It may help us understand why we are here."

"Of course," replied the other nodding, " It was a Zindi battleship."

"ZINDI?" said Picard in amazement. Suddenly it was as if the lighting in the room had changed. Finally he could see the other man clearly and suddenly he realized who he was talking to.

"Jonathan Archer," breathed Picard. He felt excitement as old childhood memories flooded his mind.

" How did you know my name," the other man said in amazement. Squinting at Picard he asked again, "Who are you?"

Straighting Picard looked his childhood hero in the eye and said, " I am Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. I am from 151 years further in Earth's future."