In which Picard’s timing is somewhat in focus, and everything is as it should be.
In which the Federation faces the greatest threat to its security yet.
In which the Enterprise gives birth.
In which old enemies resurface, I get properly paranoid, and Picard will be your father figure.
In which Worf gets mugged, gets help, and gets yet another hole punched on his ‘frequent lesson-in-parenting-getter’ card. One more and he gets a free burrito.
In which Wesley angsts, does drugs, and drops out of school to bum around with an old friend.
In which Crusher gengineers a quick fix and proves that the Federation can’t be trusted with ANYTHING. Also, kittens!
In which they need to switch up that force field and I can’t figure out whether I’m watching CSI or Dallas.
In which Data takes up sculpture, religion, and schizophrenia.
In which Data stumbles home drunk from a party and can’t remember where he’s been all night, while Troi desperately crams for Finals.