Doctor Mark Zimmerman sat reclining in his office chair, reflecting on the past week. It had been a bitter sweet reunion. Seeing his old friends - family - from Voyager had brought back so many wonderful memories of the way had things had been. It seemed like those days had been care free back then, a childhood almost. But the reunion had happened under tragic circumstances, rather than just a meeting between old friends. No, rather it had been a funeral. The second of Voyager's senior staff, the first being when Chakotay was killed in a shuttle crash not long after their return home. Now Seven of Nine was gone as well. He sighed. It would be like this again when Janeway died, and Kim and the others. He doubted that any of them would outlive him in the event of his program being destroyed. And the time was nearing too. Even Harry was graying, a Starfleet Captain in his late forties. He sighed and held up a picture of them when they were all young and invincible. Not even the Borg could have stod against them. But now time stood against them, as well as other things.

Tom Paris was ill. B'Elanna had tried to convince him not to attend the funeral, but he stubbornly refused to listen to reason. He'd done pretty well too. Having the old group back together had done wonders for his health those few nights. The Doctor exhaled and unconsciously rubbed at his eyes, a human habit he'd picked up. Paris would likely be the next one if not Kim.

Oddly enough Harry had stayed single all these years. He's returned home a changed man and when the Doctor questioned him about the fact that he'd never married he only smiled and said that he still hadn't found the right woman. Another Janeway, Zimmerman had decided.

She too had remained single all these years. Now Admiral Janeway, she worked close to Earth most of the time. She aged gracefully Mark had thought upon seeing her again for the first time in eight years.

Tuvok was now also a Stafleet Captain, even after taking a decade off to be with his family. He still looked much the same as he had back in the old days, his features only starting to show the beginning of advanced age.

B'Elanna and he had had a chance to talk about several things during the reunion after the funeral, mostly discussing Tom's illness. Their daughter Miral looked a lot like her mother, the Doctor had noted when she entered the room.

And of course he'd been brought face to face with the woman whom he'd loved for many years, the woman that now lay within the confined space of a Starfleet coffin. And after all these years Seven still took his breath away, even laying there eternally asleep. He was going to miss her - going to miss just knowing she was somewhere in the galaxy. She'd live inside his memory banks forever at least.

And suddenly the terminal before him sounded, announcing the arrival of a message. Frowning, he said, "Display message," and wondered who it was from. His eyes widened.