Dax started as the door into Droq's quarters flew open.   "We must pack our things," Worf offered as a greeting.
     He strode towards their guestroom as Dax protested, "Wait!"   She followed and watched perplexedly from the guestroom doorway as he began throwing their personal articles into carry bags.
     "We are not staying in the home of a Civilist," he continued with disgust in his voice.
     "Civilist?   Droq?!," Dax asked.
     Continuing to pack, Worf answered, "It's a long story, and I do not want to be here when Droq arrives.   It's time to leave Kronos."
     "But I don't understand," Dax continued as Worf secured the two carry bags, and moved towards the door.   Dax blocked his exit.
     "I will explain it to you on the way, but we must leave now," Worf pleaded as he pushed past her.
     "Worf," Dax rushed to intercept his path, "stop one minute!"
     As Worf continued towards the exit from Droq's quarters, Dax maneuvered herself in front of him, and with a quick motion of arms and leg, landed him on his back.   She stood over him with a stern expression and yelled angrily, "Your mother called while you were out!"
     "My mother?   Helena?   Called here?", a twice-startled Worf asked.
     "Yes!," Dax continued, "Alexander has come to Kronos.   He is here, now!"
     Just then, Droq arrived.