Chakotay rouses from a deep sleep uncertain what has awakened him. The silence is shattered by an angry wail. He waits a moment to see if the plea for attention will stop. It does, only to be renewed with increased volume and frustration. Before he can rise, he feels an elbow poke him sharply in the ribs as her words remind him of his responsibilities, "I'm on duty in the morning; it's your turn."

Slowly he makes his way to the crib to pick up his son. "I should never have let your mother talk me into naming you Tuvok."