It strikes me as quite ridiculous how much time they took out just to drive to the ship's doctor's grandmother's funeral. Man, when the ship's newspaper (well, The Transporter is more of a 'zine than a newspaper, I guess) uncovers this scandal, all those people in astrometrics are going to be like, "THAT was why we had to miss our Conference on Doohickies and Thingamabobs? Fuck Dr. Crusher! And you know, fuck her grandmother as well! Well, actually, we've heard there's quite a bit of that going around already." Yeah, The Transporter's quite a good rag actually; Ensign Crusher's got his own blogspace (wesleycrusher.net) there. He frequently writes about how he and his pilot troupe performed on Vega and killed there. WCDN also has a running count of many times Cpt. Picard passes him in the corridors without noticing him, and the play-acting ensign likes to muse about how he sees stars crying outside his window and he gets sad.
Dr. Bev sleeps with one of Nana's diaries while the unlit lamp flashes impotently. An unseen hand pulls the covers down from her body. See, now that would annoy me. I have to have the covers pulled right up to and over my shoulders and if anything manages to move them away from their desired location, I tend to bellow maniacally in my sleep. Or so I've been told. In her sleep, Dr. Bev gets this look of ecstasy on her face and wriggles in her sleep. A scary voice whispers, "Behehehvahrly!" Dr. Bev jolts awake, gasps a bit, and touches herself. No, not like that! Well, not yet anyway. She just sort of grabs at her neck through her granny nightgown where the scary voice's unseen hand was probably caressing her.
Ten Forward. Girl talk. Dr. Bev describes her dream to Troi, who just says, "You dreamt you were in bed with someone?" Dr. Bev pulls one bent knee up close to her chest as she sits at a table and explains, "Not exactly. I was in bed, but there wasn't another person in my dream -- it was more like a presence." Troi points out that Dr. Bev said she "felt a touch." "A pair of hands. They felt like they were moving across my skin," and Dr. Bev illustrates this by moving her hands down her bend leg. "Like a caress?" Troi asks. Dr. Bev says yes, and also talks about the man's voice who called out her name: "It was like I knew him, or more like he knew me." Dr. Bev cocks her head at Troi: "He knew exactly how I like to be touched." Troi's eyes bug at this, and the Evil Dr. Mathra retches loudly from the study. He's still in denial that I decided to recap this episode. Amazingly, Dr. Bev simps on that it was "the most physical dream [she] ever had." Dr. Bev smiles coquettishly and says, "The sensations were very real." She pauses and looks around. "And very arousing." GROOOOOSSSSSS! Troi laughs, "I'm envious!" Oh, go eat some chocolate, Deanna. Dr. Bev admits that she did fall asleep reading a "particularly erotic chapter in [her] grandmother's journal." Okay, there are SO many things wrong with that sentence -- the most major one being that "grandmother" and "erotic" should never be seen, written or SAID together! Dr. Bev says that her grandmother wrote in graphic detail about all her experiences with Bonin. And she still had the stomach to keep reading? "Well, that's bound to cause a dream or two," Troi says briskly, and suggests they get back to the personnel reports. "You know, I think he had a ring on one of his hands," Dr. Bev adds, touching the back of her neck. "When he touched my shoulders...my neck. I wonder if I'll have another dream tonight." "I'd read two chapters!" Troi counsels, and snickers. Dr. Bev continues touching the back of her neck as she sips her drink contemplatively. This is where Riker would confine himself to Holodeck Two until further notice, but it's where I confine myself to the inner workings of my toilet until further notice.