T'Pol passes a note in third hour and gets caught by the hall monitor. During recess, Reed and Mayweather use their pointers to draw faces in the snow and get suspended. Quantum doesn't share or play well with others and needs to learn how to control his temper. Hoshi and Phlox are teacher's pets, and Trip says "Pewp." Hee.
I got rather a late start on this episode because I couldn't find my tape. See, the cats have taken to hiding them from me. I'll stumble upon them behind pictures, in the recycling bin, sometimes even in their litter boxes -- I think they're trying to tell me something.
I'd like to thank the network for not making us sit through previouslys, which would only serve to remind me how far we have not come.
Trip is sharing an artistic moment with Phlox in the mess. "Looks like we're going about warp four point five," Trip grins over a crayon drrrawring of the Enterprise and some planets. "Human children have such fertile imaginations," Phlox observes as T'Pol attempts to sidle by. Alas, to her great chagrin, she is immediately called over to view the art exhibition. Trip says he thought the rest of the ship would like to see how excited his nephew's fourth-grade class is about their space mission, and Phlox tells T'Pol he's going to put one of the scrawlings up in sick bay. "Would you like one for your quarters?" he asks. T'Pol urges one of her caterpillars to move up slightly. "This rendering is crude, yet surprisingly accurate," T'Pol observes, which sends me into Seven Of Nine flashbacks. I swear to god, she had the exact same line and delivered it the exact same way in about twelve episodes of Voyager. Trip comments that the children are "pretty talented," and shows her a few pictures so she can decide which one she wants for her bedroom. "This one's nice," he says, "or maybe you want…First Contact?" Trip shows her a drawing of a space octopus reaching one of its tentacles out to touch a terrified human in a spacesuit. Glad Braga's keeping himself busy between takes. "Or, how 'bout this one?" Trip asks, holding up a picture of a green-faced Vulcan with extraordinarily large ears and thick eyebrows. T'Pol silently looks over her burly lips at him. There's a whooshing noise, and T'Pol notes they're coming out of warp as a bright hazy light edges into view of the mess hall windows. The Captain comes on and says, "For those of you who aren't near a window, you might want to find one. There's something pretty amazing off starboard." He says it much in the same way every pilot does when dispensing relatively pointless information: "Passengers, if you'll look out of the right side of the aircraft, you can see the Grand Canyon and if you'll look out of the left side of the aircraft, you can see Lake Michigan even though it's the middle of the night and the cloud cover is so thick you could spread it on a stack of flapjacks." What do you do if you are on the port side of the ship? And if everyone ran to starboard to look, would the ship tip? I want to know. Quantum requests that all senior staff report to the bridge. On the bridge, Mayweather and Quantum observe the streaming comet. "I've checked the Vulcan database, sir, no previous sightings," Reed tells him. Hoshi points out that the fruits of discovery must go to them. Score. "Archer's comet," Mayweather says, firmly attaching his lips to Quantum's butt. Quantum smiles and smugs up to the viewscreen, asking Mayweather to take them in closer. From the outer-space perspective, the comet is a flattish, almost trapezoidal piece of ice hurtling through the numbing dark, trailing a vapor gasp of the Enterprise crew's last hope to rise above mediocrity.
If faith can move mountains, why can't it shift this song out of hearing range?