[Farm]
The corn is as high as Harry's eye. Palomino ponies graze. A middle-aged woman comes off the verandah of a big white clapperboard house carrying a tray.
"Come up here. Come on, now. I have a pitcher of lemonade and some sugar cookies." said Aunt Adah.
Every crew person has a tricorder.
"Captain?" asked Tom.
"Don't believe your eyes, Mister Paris. We've only transported a hundred kilometres. We're inside the array." said Kathryn.
"There's no indication of stable matter. All this must be some kind of holographic projection." said Harry.
"Oh, you poor things. You must be tired out. Come on and sit down and rest awhile. Have a cold drink, hmm?" asked Aunt Adah.
"No, thank you. My name is Kathryn Janeway, Captain of the Federation Starship Voyager." said Kathryn.
"Now, just make yourselves right at home. The neighbours should be here any minute. Oh! Why, here they are!" exclaimed Aunt Adah.
A group of people arrive. "Well, good to see you. Welcome." said the Caretaker, he was an old man with a banjo.
"We're real glad you dropped by." said the Daughter flirtatiously to Harry.
"Now we can get started. You're all invited to the welcoming bee!" said Aunt Adah.
"Let's have some music!" said the Caretaker. The Caretaker starts playing and the farm folk dance. After a while -
"The crew's scattered around this farm, Captain, but they're all accounted for." said Tom looking at his tricorder.
"Move around. Scan the area. See if you can find anything that might be a holographic generator." said Kathryn.
"Have some nice fresh corn on the cob. Fresh corn on the cob. Corn on the cob. Corn on the cob." said Aunt Adah.
"Can you tell me why we're here?" asked Kathryn.
"Oh, we don't mean you any harm. I'm sorry if we put you out. Why don't you just put your feet up and get comfortable while you wait?" asked Aunt Adah.
"Wait for what?" enquired Kathryn.
"Isn't anybody hungry? Come on now, make yourselves at home. I'm sorry if we put you out." said Aunt Adah.
Harry and Tom walk around the house. A dog follows them.
"Hey, let me show you around. The root cellar's right over there." said the Daughter flirting with Tom.
"What's down there?" asked Harry.
"Potatoes, onions. But it's real private." replied the Daughter.
Harry looks behind him. "Paris, she's only a hologram." he said.
"No reason to be rude." replied Tom when Harry got a reading on his tricorder that shocked him "whoa." he said.
Tom pushes the Daughter away slightly.
"What?" Tom asked. "Sporocystian life signs. What's in the barn?" asked Harry.
"Oh, nothing but a big old pile of hay. Hey, come on, let's go see the duck pond. There's nothing in there. It's just a dark, smelly barn. Hey, do y'all want some devilled eggs? Huh?" asked the Daughter.
Harry ignores her and walks in, Tom following.
[Barn]
"See? Nothing but hay." said the Daughter following the trio in.
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