He dreamed he was an Emergency Command Hologram: suave, fearless, and equipped with over two million tactical subroutines. Who could resist a hologram in red? Not Seven!

What every ECH longs to hear: "My hero!"

And save her he did from an evil, space-dwelling blowfish.

"Fear my wrath!"

Seven offered him anything he wished, so the ECH asked her for a date.

They danced and dined in the finest nightclub. Then he took her window shopping on Fifth Avenue. The ECH was tempted to get her a bauble, a little something she could remember their evening by. But when she pointed to a diamond-encrusted medical apparatus on display at Tiffany's, Doc snapped out of his dream and let out a howl of despair which could be heard all the way to my bedroom. (Sheesh. Now he was waking me up too...)

During a latenight counseling session, I assured Doc that Seven truly cared for him, but to reinforce that sentiment, he should prove himself to her.

I had a plan...

©HolodocDR