USS VOYAGER, LATE 2372

Chakotay walked into Sickbay, and activated the EMH.

"Doctor, the Captain wants to know if you've recovered as yet. That holodeck excursion was quite a nightmare."

The Doctor still looked shaken. His descent into an amalgamation of his own experiences as EMH, the life of his creator, Doctor Lewis Zimmerman, and the influence of Reginald Barclay had nearly undone him.

"Nightmare doesn't even begin to describe it, Commander. There was the question of whether or not I was a malfunctioning hologram or a programmer who'd gone insane."

Chakotay felt chills. There had been an insane Bajoran Vedek,  a recruiter for the Maquis, who broke Starfleet prisoners by making them alternately believe they were back safe at home and then locked away as traitors in the next breath.  He prayed never to see this man again, even if it meant failure in Voyager's quest to get home.

"What else did you see in there, Doctor?"

"Well, there were fleeting nanoseconds when I became some of you. Mister Kim dated a reanimated corpse of some kind."

Chakotay smiled inside. That was Harry, after all. The EMH continued.

"Mister Paris opened a 21st Century Memorabilia Shop. Miss Torres explored Earth's moon in a ship fired from a cannon. You were the last survivor of an odd Apocalypse. Captain Janeway became a private investigator. And these were hardly the most bizarre of the visions."

"Well, what was the very strangest thing you saw, Doctor?"

The EMH gathered himself.

"Commander, from the time I activated today to the day I finally decompile, I will always be left with this one, final question...."

He turned away, then turned back again and looked straight into Chakotay's eyes.

"....Who in blazes was that little man with the cheese on his head?"