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 31^st 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?