Janeway and Chakotay dancing by the banks of a river, Polaris and Orion shining above them in Earth’s sky. She rests her head on his chest, and they sway back and forth, a gentle breeze stirring her hair, which now reaches past the shoulder again, and the old-fashioned radio lying in the grass beside their picnic blanket crooning a soft Betazoid-Vulcan fusion love song.