The words cut to the quick. No illusion could capture so perfectly Natasha Yar, with all her fierce professionalism. Picard is forced to draw in a breath to steady his nerves.

He glances back at the officers accompanying him, and gives a brief nod. They relax, and take a few steps back.

"Very good, Lieutenant Yar," Picard says, endeavoring to find the best way of approaching the situation. "What is the last thing you remember?"