Prodigal Daughter

Written by  on January 1, 2000 

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Stardate 214458.7 (Thurs 6 Nov 2375): After two years, Kes returns to Voyager—just in time for the wedding of Harry Kim and Seven of Nine. But Kes’ powers cast doubt on whether this Voyager is actually the real thing, or just an illusion…

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
Stardate 214458.7
6 November 2375 1040 hrs

"Lieutenant Kim," said Lieutenant Commander Tuvok, turning in the command seat to face the Ops console, "do your sensors detect a sound of extremely high pitch?"

Kim input a query into the control panel, then said, "Yes, sir. It’s getting deeper." The sound became audible to the human crew on the bridge, who quickly clamped their hands over their ears in an attempt to block out the high-pitched wail. Moments later, the sound pitched deeper still. As the crew uncovered their ears and returned their attention to their duties, the sound halted and there was a great flash of light between the helm and the command seating. Lying on the floor, at what was the epicenter of the flash, was the unconscious form of a young, blond woman. Paris leaped out of his chair. Rolling the young woman onto her back and brushing her hair out of her face, he did a double-take.

"Tuvok," Paris stammered, "it’s Kes!"

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
Stardate 214458.7
6 November 2375 1126 hrs

Harry Kim and his fiancee, the ex-Borg, Seven of Nine, walked through the doors of sickbay, hand in hand, and joined the other senior members of Voyager‘s crew.

"She has endured severe psychological trauma of some kind," the Doctor continued after noting the arrival of the newcomers. "I can wake her, but I cannot guarantee what her state of mind will be."

"We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, Doctor," Chakotay said. "Wake her up." The Doctor returned to the main biobed, where a nurse handed him a stimulant. He pressed the hypospray against the neck of his former assistant and was rewarded with the device’s telltale hiss. Kes’ eyes fluttered open, to be greeted with the Doctor’s face hovering over her. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but he gently pushed her down again.

"Lie back, Kes," the Doctor said. "Save your strength. You have some visitors."

"Oh, Kes, my darling," Neelix said, coming to her side. "You don’t know how I’ve missed you."

"Hello, Neelix," Kes said, finally.

"Kes," Kim said, moving to her side opposite Neelix, with Seven at his side, "had I known you were coming, I would have sent you an invitation."


"We’re getting married," Kim said, indicating Seven. "You remember Seven of Nine, don’t you? She came aboard shortly before you left."

"We did not have the opportunity to become acquainted," Seven said.

"You’re pregnant," Kes said, her eyes focused on Seven’s midsection. "Congratulations to both of you."

"Thanks, Kes," Kim said, smiling. He and Seven stepped aside to allow Tom Paris and B’Elanna Torres to speak with Kes.

"Tom, B’Elanna," Kes said. "Are you two getting married as well?"

"Not yet, Kes," Paris said, chuckling. "How are you feeling?"

"I’m a little light-headed," Kes admitted. "I’m a little confused, as well. There weren’t any others working in Sickbay before."

"A lot’s happened since you left," Paris said. "We found two more Federation ships in the Delta Quadrant, and their crews joined ours. We couldn’t save their ships, though."

Kes looked around at the faces of her visitors. "Where’s Captain Janeway?" she asked.

"That’s a very long story," Neelix said, "and I’ll be more than happy to explain it all later." He paused, looking at her face. "Kes, what’s wrong? You look so sad."

"This isn’t real," Kes said sadly. "None of you are real."

"What do you mean, this isn’t real?" Chakotay asked.

"Voyager, all of you," Kes said, "you’re not real. Just like the others."

"Others?" Chakotay echoed.

"After I left Voyager," Kes explained, "I slowly gained some control over my powers. I tried to return, but it wasn’t real. I thought I was on the real Voyager, but I wasn’t. It was all my imagination made manifest by my abilities."

"How did you realize you were on a false Voyager?" Tuvok asked.

"Little things," Kes said. "People acted strangely, various parts of the ship were different, or the computer behaved erratically."

"Then," Tuvok asked, "how can you be so certain we are not the true Voyager, which you left two years ago?"

"I’ve been through this a half dozen times already," Kes said. "Every time, Voyager turned out to be false, created in my mind. Why should this Voyager be any different?"

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
Seven of Nine’s Quarters
Stardate 214461.8
7 November 2375 1419 hrs

Kes sat in Seven of Nine’s quarters, which had been offered to her now that Seven herself was moving in with her fiancee, Harry Kim. Although they were very much like her old quarters before leaving Voyager, Kes was still uncomfortable. Maybe it was the regeneration alcove next to the bed. Maybe it was her feeling, deep down inside, that this wasn’t real; that she didn’t belong.

So many of her senses told her this was the same ship she’d left those two years ago, but a sixth sense, a sense she was still developing, still learning to trust, told her otherwise. Something wasn’t quite right, it said. She’d been disappointed so many times before, by her own newfound powers working against her, that her sixth sense was the only thing she felt she could trust anymore. But then the doubts came. Was it really this sixth sense of hers telling her this wasn’t right, or was it just her disappointments from before clouding her intuitions? Just as she began the same, impossible circle once again in her mind, the door chimed.

"Come in," Kes said, glad for a brief respite from her doubts. Neelix walked through the double doors as they parted.

"Kes, how are you?" Neelix asked, setting a tray of food on the table in the main living area. Kes struggled with how to answer. "Still not convinced we’re real, are you?"

Kes bowed her head, shaking it in shame. "No," she answered, "I’m not sure of anything anymore."

"Well," Neelix replied cheerily, "I think I’m real, and that’s good enough for me. You know, there’s a human expression, Cogito ergo sum, from Earth’s Latin language. It means ‘I think, therefore I am.’ There’s a similar Talaxian expression, actually. I think all cultures’ philosophers have discovered similar truths through the years." Neelix stopped, realizing that he was straying from the point. "Anyway, Kes, even if you did conjure me out of your imagination and I’m not the real Neelix, I think I am and it makes me real enough."

Kes smiled slightly, "You’re right, of course, Neelix."

"What is it about us that makes you think we’re not real?" Neelix asked, sitting next to Kes.

"You’re all too real," Kes said. "Every Voyager I encountered after I left seemed completely real, but turned out to be nothing more than a figment of my imagination in the end, made real by my powers."

"Then how do you know we’re not the real Voyager?"

"I just have this feeling," Kes said, trailing off for a moment. "Until now, nearly everything was the same with Voyager. But now, here, everything is different. Captain Janeway is in the brig, Harry’s getting married to a Borg who’s pregnant with his child, and you’ve found two other Federation ships and brought their crews into yours. So much has changed. I want to believe this is real, but I can’t."

"What if you just try not to think about it?" Neelix suggested.

"I don’t know if I can," Kes admitted.

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
On Orbital Approach
Stardate 214464.5
8 November 2375 1338 hrs

Voyager eased toward a gleaming blue world, flecked with the white fleece of clouds. More than any other Class-M world, it reminded the bridge crew of Earth.

"Any response to our hails?" Chakotay asked.

"Nothing yet, captain," Kim answered. "There seems to be a lot of traffic in orbit, though, so we’re probably in the backlog somewhere."

"Let me know when they respond," Chakotay said. "Tuvok, you have the bridge. I’ll be in the ready–"

Kim’s panel beeped. "Sir, incoming transmission."

Chakotay returned to the center seat. "On screen." A felinoid creature appeared on the main viewer. "I’m Captain Chakotay of the Federation Starship Voyager," Chakotay said.

"Orbitmaster Mrowrr of Rrasskarr," the felinoid answered. "Please state yourr intentions."

"We would appreciate the opportunity to trade for food, supplies and, if your people are willing, shore leave for my crew."

"Yourr trade rrequesst is being trransmitted to our commerce ministerr, Voyagerr," the orbitmaster replied. "Tourrism information is being trransmitted to you now, along with yourr orbital path insstructions."

"Confirmed, sir," Kim announced. "We have them."

"Thank you, orbitmaster," Chakotay said. The image blinked off, to be replaced by the planet’s image in the viewscreen. "Transmit orbit information to the helm, Mr. Kim."

"Already done, sir," Kim said.

"Course laid in," Paris announced from the front of the bridge.

"Take us in," Chakotay said. "Mr. Kim, transmit a copy of their tourism information to the ready room, and post a copy on the shipwide bulletin as well." Chakotay rose. "Tuvok, you have the conn. I’ll be in the ready room."

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
In Orbit of Rrasskarr
Stardate 214464.5
8 November 2375 1402 hrs

Kes entered the brig, spotting immediately the cell occupied by Kathryn Janeway, former captain of Voyager. Janeway stood to see who her visitor was; shift change for the guard wasn’t due for three more hours.

"Kes," Janeway said after the shock had worn off, "it’s really you. Chakotay told me you were aboard; he visits me every day or so and tells me what’s been going on outside this cell. How are you? Where have you been these past two years?"

"I’m fine, cap– Kathryn," Kes said. "As to where I’ve been… It’s a long story." Kes paused, still trying to determine how to word her conversation. "I read the transcript of your court- martial. It told me what you did, but not why."

"And that’s what brought you here?" Janeway asked, a touch of bitterness in her voice. "Not simply to see an old friend again?"

"Both," Kes said. "I would have visited you no matter what, but I still want to know why my old friend would sabotage her own ship."

"Well," Janeway said, "like Tuvok established in the trial, the Trabe’s duplicity stung me. I’m sure you remember that. Not long after that, Tom went on that transwarp experiment. I’d had such a good career until then. I didn’t want to return with a black mark so recent on my record.

"So I had Swinn manipulate the shielding and the alignment of the transwarp fields; nothing so much that it would be fatal, just so that it wouldn’t be practical to use yet. I was hoping it would go back to the drawing board for a while, then we’d try again. I didn’t have any idea what it would do to Tom, or to me, for that matter.

"After that… incident, I was both ashamed of what I’d done and terrified I’d get caught. Each time I orchestrated another sabotage, the shame and terror grew, but I couldn’t allow myself to be found out, nor could I return with those mistakes so recent on the record."

"I’m sure Starfleet Command would have overlooked the Trabe incident," Kes said. "There was no way you could have anticipated it."

"But I should have!" Janeway shot back.

"Everyone makes mistakes," Kes continued. "If it were just those minor problems — and yes, they were minor, compared to the mistake of sabotage — Starfleet would have understood when you returned. I’m sure of that."

"You may be right," Janeway admitted. "I wasn’t thinking clearly then, however, and now I may never know." Janeway paused and looked directly at Kes. "You haven’t mentioned the great irony of it all, though."

"And that is?"

"Tuvok wouldn’t have even seriously considered me if it weren’t for a list compiled by Seven of Nine," Janeway explained. "Seven of Nine, the young woman I never would have saved from the Borg Collective had I not sabotaged our efforts to get back home in the first place.

"She would have been obliterated by Species 8472 along with the rest of the Borg. The Challenger crew would likely have been left to die by the Fallistans, so they could have the ship’s wreckage. The Equinox would have been lost with all hands.

"In the end, was it wrong of me to sabotage the ship, to prolong the voyage by a few years? So many lives have been saved by that choice."

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
In Orbit of Rrasskarr
Mess Hall
Stardate 214466.9
9 November 2375 1049 hrs

As Kim and Paris stood with Chakotay near the windows of the mess hall, the brilliant blue globe loomed large outside. Kim tugged at the collar of his dress uniform, fidgeting nervously. The doors of the mess hall slid open to admit Seven of Nine. The attention of the assembled friends and crewmembers turned with surprise as the bridal march began. Seven wore an elegantly simple white silk dress, with a lace veil obscuring her face.

"How’d you get her to wear that?" Paris asked, leaning over to Kim’s ear.

"I have my methods," Kim said, a small grin crossing his features.

Seven crossed to the front of the Mess Hall, the bridal entourage not far behind. Naomi Wildman smiled broadly as she cast flower petals into the air while she walked behind Seven of Nine. Seven stopped when she reached Kim. Their hands came together of their own accord, their fingers intertwining. Her maid of honor – surprisingly, Crewman Marla Gilmore of the late Starship Equinox – moved to Seven’s side.

"We are gathered here today," Chakotay began, "to witness the joining of Lieutenant Harrison Kim and Seven of Nine in the bonds of matrimony. In many cultures, this is a most serious bond, which extends through the lifetimes of both partners." He turned to Kim. "Harry, do you take this woman, Seven of Nine, to be your wife; to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, ’till death do you part?"

Kim looked at Seven, grinned, and said, "I do."

"Seven of Nine," Chakotay continued, "do you take this man, Harrison Kim, to be your husband; to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, ’till death do you part?"

"I do," Seven said.

"Then it is my pleasure," Chakotay said, "to pronounce you husband and wife. The crew of Voyager wish you the best as you begin your lives together and begin your new family. Mr. Kim, you may kiss the bride."

The crowd assembled in the mess hall burst into applause as Kim lifted Seven’s veil and they pressed their lips together, then wrapped their arms around one another. B’Elanna Torres made her way through the crowd at the end of the ceremony and stood with Paris, joining him in congratulating their best friend and adopted "younger brother." Paris, Torres, Kim and Seven stepped into the crowd, toward the refreshments provided by Neelix. They were herded to the wedding cake by the crowd. Paris was handed a knife by Neelix, who in turn passed it to Kim. Taking Seven’s hand and placing it upon his own, which held the knife, Kim plunged it into the lowest level of the three-tiered, white cake. Carving two slices, Kim set the blade aside and took one. Following his lead, Seven did the same.

Holding he cake tentatively, Kim looked toward Neelix and asked, "Uh, Neelix, there isn’t any leola root in this, is there?" The mess hall burst into laughter, although Neelix only smiled sheepishly. Kim took his cake and twined his arm with Seven’s, positioning it near her mouth. Seven, having been coached on the ritual, did likewise. Almost simultaneously, the two bit off of one another’s slice of cake, resulting in a roar of applause. Kes came up to the newlyweds as Neelix and Paris began carving up the rest of the cake. In the background, the Doctor was constantly snapping away with his holo-camera, recording the event for posterity.

"I’m glad I could be here for this," Kes said.

"I’m glad you could be here, too," Kim replied. "How are you?"

"I’m better," Kes admitted. "I’m becoming more comfortable with the situation here." She paused a moment, then added, "I think, maybe that I was wrong. Maybe this is the real Voyager."

"That makes me feel better," Kim said with a grin. "I don’t want to have to deal with multiple Voyagers again." The friends, reunited, stepped back into the party that was just beginning in the mess hall.

In her cell in the brig, Kathryn Janeway switched off her monitor, provided by Chakotay at the request of Seven of Nine. She’d seen enough of the wedding, although she could hear the same transmission still playing on the monitor in the security guard’s station on the other side of the forcefield.

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
In Orbit of Rrasskarr
Transporter Room
Stardate 214467.2
9 November 2375 1347 hrs

That evening, Kim and Seven stepped into the transporter room, the doors sliding shut behind them. Kim acknowledged the transporter chief with a nod and a grin.

"Harry," Seven said, "I do not understand. Were we not to spend our honeymoon in the holodeck?"

"That was arranged before we found this planet," Kim explained. "I canceled our holodeck reservation, although I doubt anyone will be using it while we’re in orbit. I spoke with Chakotay and arranged an extended honeymoon for us."

"Extended?" Seven asked.

"Instead of three days in the holodeck, we’ve got an entire week on the surface." Kim pulled out a PADD from his bag. "I found this in the tourism information we were sent; it’s a fairly secluded resort in the mountains near the planet’s third-largest waterfall."

"You prefer this waterfall to the Ktarian moonrise simulation?" Seven asked, her eyebrow arched as she took the PADD.

"Yes," Kim said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because it’s real. Because you’ll be with me. And because it will be our honeymoon on a real planet, not in some computer-generated fantasy world." Kim stepped onto the platform. "Come on, Seven, let’s beam down."

Seven stepped onto the platform, standing upon the pad next to her husband. "Energize," she said.

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
In Orbit of Rrasskarr
Mess Hall
Stardate 214469.2
10 November 2375 0726 hrs

"Marla," Phillips said as he approached Marla Gilmore in Voyager‘s mess hall the next morning.

"Hi, Dan," Gilmore said.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, indicating the empty seat opposite Gilmore at her table.

"Please," she said.

"So, have you decided where you’re going to spend your shore leave yet?" Phillips asked, keying a PADD he’d brought into the mess hall with him.

"I don’t know," Gilmore said. "There’s so many places to choose from."

"Well," he said, handing the PADD to Gilmore, "how’s this: a ski resort in the tallest mountain chain on the planet. Apparently, the view is breathtaking, and the skiing’s pretty good, too."

"Sounds nice," Gilmore said. "Who else is going?"

"Nobody I know of," Phillips said. "Would you care to join me?"

"Are you asking me out?" Gilmore asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I guess so," Phillips said.

"Why me?" she asked.

"Do I really need to list what I like about you?" he asked.

"Humor me," Gilmore said, leaning in on the table so that she was a few inches closer to Phillips.

"All right," Phillips said. "You’re smart, you’re attractive, and you’re the only woman on this ship I can talk to about temporal theory without the inconvenience of headaches."

"You smooth talker, you," Gilmore said, grinning.

"So, what do you say?" he asked.

"I’d love to go with you," Gilmore said.

Stardate 214472.8
10 November 2375 1453 hrs

"This view is breathtaking," Phillips said to Gilmore after they’d settled into their room in the resort. He looked at Gilmore. "The mountains look pretty good, too."

"Trying to score brownie points?" Gilmore asked.

"Do you like brownies? I can replicate some for you."

"Oh, you do that," Gilmore said, wrapping her arms around him suggestively.

"I’ve been meaning to ask you," Phillips said, "since when are you and Seven friends?"

"About a month, now," Gilmore said. "And you can thank Harry. I never had much to do with her, because I thought she was arrogant and stand-offish. Turns out, she didn’t have much to do with me because I scared her."

"You?" Phillips asked, surprised. "How did you scare the big, bad Borg?"

"The first time we met," Gilmore explained, "I knocked her out on the Equinox. Let’s just say that what Ransom did to her wasn’t pleasant. Because of what happened, she was afraid to be around me. I guess she’s really still just a girl, in some ways, hiding behind her Borg mask."

"How’d Harry come into all of this?" Phillips asked.

"About a month ago, he got the two of us together," Gilmore said. "He told us that we’d be great friends, if we could just get past what happened between us when we first met. It seems he was right; we get along pretty well, although she seemed a tad… possessive of Harry at first."

"Possessive?" he asked.

"Like she was afraid I’d try to steal Harry," Gilmore said. "So, what’s this you were saying about skiing?"

"Well, take a look around," Phillips said. "This place is perfect for it."

"I wouldn’t know," Gilmore admitted. "I’ve never skied before."

"I guess I’ll have to teach you," Phillips said.

"I can’t wait," Gilmore said, grinning.

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
Ready Room
Stardate 214507.8
24 November 2375 0916 hrs

Two weeks passed, and Voyager finally eased out of her orbit of the hospitable world. The inhabitants were exceptionally receptive to trading with Voyager and proved to be most cordial hosts. Fully stocked and refreshed, the ship departed, with some murmurs of disappointment from the crew.

Kes entered the ready room and was greeted warmly by Chakotay. "Kes," Chakotay said as they took their seats on the couch, "what can I do for you?"

"I’d like to speak with all of my friends, together," she said. "You, Neelix, the Doctor, Tuvok, Harry, Seven, Tom, B’Elanna… even Kathryn." Chakotay was taken aback by Janeway’s inclusion in her request, and wasn’t completely successful in hiding his reaction. "You’re unsure of how to proceed because she’s a prisoner," she said.

"Yes," Chakotay admitted, setting his coffee aside on the table.

"And because you have feelings for her," Kes added.

Chakotay looked at her, a pained expression in his eyes. "Is that your telepathic powers talking?"

"No," Kes said. "It’s nearly four years of observation talking. You were even more obvious about it after your return from New Earth."

"I remember hearing some of the scuttlebutt about what the crew thought happened down there," Chakotay said. "Idle speculation, but I guess I was wearing my heart on my sleeve for a while."

"I propose a compromise," Kes said, returning to the subject at hand, "You can’t let her out, and I want her to hear what I have to tell everyone else; why not give her a dispensation for a two- way communications link, similar to how you included the Doctor in briefings before he got his mobile emitter?"

"I’ll consider it," Chakotay said. "Meanwhile, I’ll arrange for everyone else to meet in the briefing room at eighteen-hundred hours. Agreed?"

"Thank you," Kes said. She stood and made her way to the exit of the ready room.

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
Briefing Room
Stardate 214508.8
25 November 2375 1800 hrs

That evening, the senior staff of Voyager — Kes’ closest friends and companions for nearly four years — gathered in the briefing room adjacent to the bridge, where they found Kes waiting to meet them, a somber expression on her face. Her features softened into a smile as her friends came into the room.

"I’m glad you could all make it this evening," Kes said.

"Of course, Kes," Neelix said. "There’s obviously something important you want to tell us. We wouldn’t want to miss that."

The viewscreen blinked on, revealing Janeway’s face. "Kes," Janeway said, "I must say, this has been an unusual month; I’ve had access to a viewer twice now."

"I felt you should hear what I have to say," Kes explained. "At Tuvok’s suggestion, I began meditation exercises shortly after we arrived at Rrasskarr. I came to the conclusion this is the real Voyager." Glances of surprise, mixed with relief, were exchanged by the crew. "It’s not the only one, though; this isn’t my Voyager."

"I don’t understand," Paris said. "If we’re the real Voyager, how come we’re not your Voyager?"

"Parallel timelines," Kes explained. "After I left Voyager two years ago, parallel timelines were formed by the varying paths of every decision and possible event in relation to this ship. More are being created every moment."

"This is going to give me a headache," Janeway murmured.

"It is an accepted law of temporal physics," Tuvok observed. "In fact, shortly before we were transported to the Delta Quadrant, the Enterprise encountered a phenomenon that disrupted the boundaries between many of the timelines, although only one member of the crew remembered the event after the boundaries were resealed."

"So," Neelix said, "if there are all these parallel Voyagers, and you don’t feel this one is yours, how will you know which one is the right one? How will you find it?"

"My powers allow me to traverse time and space," Kes said. "I’m leaving this Voyager in the hope of finding one in which I do belong."

"Kes, that’s not necessary," Kim said. "You’re already among friends here."

"I’ve made my decision, Harry," Kes said softly. "I don’t belong here any longer."

"If you really want to leave, we won’t stop you," Chakotay said. "But please, always remember you have a home here among us, and you are always welcome."

"I will remember," Kes said. "I’ve never been one for long goodbyes, I’m afraid. Perhaps one day we’ll meet again." With a flash, Kes was gone, with a new purpose in her search for home.

U.S.S. Voyager NCC-74656
Stardate 214522.3
30 November 2375 1623 hrs

A few days later, the senior staff gathered once more in the shuttlebay for the christening of the third and newest vessel in the Delta Flyer series. Pensively, Chakotay stepped up to the tape concealing the name of the new shuttle, placing his fingers lightly upon it and pausing. Turning to the crew — his friends and extended family for the past six years — he said, "Today, this shuttle joins her sisters, the Delta Flyer and the Jules Verne. She bears a proud name; may we never forget our friends." Chakotay pulled the tape away, revealing the name of the new vessel — the Kes. He took the bottle of champagne — replicated, of course, as the real thing was still several weeks away, even at slipstream velocity — and held it toward the assembled onlookers.

"Neelix," Chakotay said, holding the bottle to Kes’ oldest friend aboard Voyager, "you do the honors." Neelix stepped onto the platform with Chakotay and took the bottle.

"May we see her again one day," he said, and swung the bottle, shattering it against the hull near the shuttle’s nameplate.


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One Response

  1. Administrator says:

    Previous feedback received:

    Jarhead (01 Jan 2000)
    I really enjoyed (Prodigal Daughter). The twist with the alternate universe thing was pretty cool.

    Isabelle Moody (01 Jan 2000)
    More than anything, I think this one was interesting, especially as an addition to the Parallel Voyage series, which I’ve always really liked. I wonder what Kes – not the Kes we’re going to see in "Fury", the real Kes – would think of the canon Voyager.

    Thomas Lee (03 Jan 2000)
    "Prodigal Daughter" indeed.

    I’ve noticed that with every story in his saga, we’ve witnessed a steady, significant advancement in Seven’s humanity and her relationship with Harry, with no regression. Read full review

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