Wesley’s beer drenched sweater reeks with putrid vitality. He passed out hours ago, just now regaining consciousness.

“What happened?” a dazed Wesley wonders aloud.

“You were asleep, Wesley.” A voice projects from the darkness.

Wesley frantically looks around in his hangover heaven, three blurred realities competing before his eyes.

“You were asleep for a long time. Too long.” A powerful voice. A voice that rings of oak cabinetry and mahogany floors. A voice of a Captain.

“Jean-Luc…” Wesley stammers in drunken horror as his cheese factory slowly pieces together this quilt of destiny.

“Yes, young Wesley, yes, it is I, your Captain Jean-Luc! Engage.”