These were antiques, Ezri. Beautiful antiques, and you'll pry them from his cold dead fingers.

"Well, if they're that great at figuring out time travel stuff, maybe they can help you back to your time. Even if you do end up getting in trouble for it."

He opened his palms in a gesture of surrender. "We don't have anything like that that I know of... emphasis on that last bit. So I think I might be on my own. But if there's a way to get here, there's gotta be a way to get back, right? Although I admit it'd be a lot easier getting back with some Observational Realians to do the analysis."

He missed his bridge crew.