Seven would still try, even despite the request. But he fixed a couple of wires with suction cups to Avon's temples, adding nothing of that thought. "It will feel like you're going to sleep. Just settle in and relax, and you'll start dreaming in a-"

Suddenly it wasn't so much Avon on a table, as Avon in the battered village. The androids Data had managed to repair working on the buildings, attempting to set everything right.

Data, though, was still hunched some distance away, trying to collect himself as he was looking over the still disabled form of his brother and the disembodied arm that had appeared after reactivating the android representing Avon. Looking for the most part utterly alone.