(suspenseful music)
-: Stand clear!
(flames roaring)
(alarm intoning)
Alexander! -: Alexander!
-: Commander, I found him!
-: Where are you? Worf!
-: Over here, help me.
-: It's too heavy, I've got to find something to help us.
-: Father.
-: Lie still, I am here.
-: My leg hurts.
I'm scared.
(Worf grunting)
(metal clanging)
The gilvos! (gilvos squeaking)
-: There's no time. -: Please, they'll die!
(Alexander coughing)
(torpedoes blasting)
-: The wave has been disrupted, sir.
-: Picard to Riker.
(computer beeping) -: Riker here, Captain.
We made it, sir.
The boy's gonna be all right. (Alexander coughing)