All of a sudden, Data found himself beamed back aboard the Enterprise, with the words of the Wizard, "The things you seek you already possess," still ringing in his ears. He thought of Pinocchio skipping happily along the yellow brick road, on his way to Kansas to ask Dorothy out on a date. He heard music and looked around for its source.

Determining that the music was coming from Will Riker's quarters, he knocked on Riker's door. "Hello, Data, come on in," Riker said. He was holding his trombone. As soon as Data was inside he resumed playing.

"I believe that is the genre known as jazz," Data remarked.

"You are correct," Riker said.

"Widely popularized in the twentieth century by such artists as Louis Armstrong," Data continued.

Riker nodded. "Listen to this next piece," he said. A few minutes later he remarked, "I've never seen you do that before."


Riker nodded at Data's feet. He had been tapping them in time to the music without even realizing it.

"Hey, would you like to give it a try?" Riker asked, handing Data his trombone. Data attempted a short piece. "Hey, not bad at all for a beginner," Riker grinned. Data felt all bubbly inside. Was that what happiness felt like?

A few minutes later he met up with Tasha Yar. He realized that he had never noticed how attractive she was before, with her straw-colored hair and her eyes the color of the sky on a bright sunny day on Earth. She smiled at him. "Hello, Data," she said.

"Hello, Tasha," Data said. "What a pleasure it is to see you."

Tasha seemed surprised. "Well, it's a pleasure to see you too, Data," she said.

"How would you like to have a banana split with me?" Data asked.

"That sounds like fun," Tasha said.

A few minutes later they were both sitting at a table, banana splits in front of them.

"Something seems different about you today, Data," Tasha said. "Did something happen?"

"Earlier today, I met with a very wise man," Data told her.