Wednesday March 7, 2001
Narrator:Doyt Gyo, bounty hunter, lies in a cryokit. His head needs to be surgically reattached, and so he waits here while the Doctor prepares the operating theater. This is routine stuff in a 31st Century mercenary company.
Narrator:A cryokit is a very, very cold place. Going there is a lot like dying. In fact, it's exactly like dying, theoretically.
Narrator:This cryokit is different. Special. It was modified by its previous owner (now deceased) to do things to the people who get put inside. Illegal things. . .
DoytHaban:(doyt) I'm awake? Alive?? Where am I?
Narrator:Especially to old, old enemies like Doyt Gyo.
EMH:Hello, Doyt. I'll consider our score settled, and save your life, but you have to be nice.
DoytHaban:(doyt) How nice?