At dinner in the Captain's Mess -- if you didn't know I was talking about food or a extra-special private dining room, that would sound really gross -- Digimon explains about his home world, Triannon. Isn't that a garden at Versailles? These are some swanky Christalien Scientists! Quantum's never heard of it, and says they are new to The Expanse. Digimon is momentarily confused by this, until he realizes that what they call "The Expanse" is what he and his call the "Chosen Realm." Well, as long as he doesn't go off on a sceptered isle, seat of Mars, happy breed of men, or blessed plot, I think Reed will be okay with that name. To Digimon and his Digibuddies, the Chosen Realm is a bit like Valhalla. Digimon purports never to have met the Xindi, since the Christalien Scientists usually shun meeting other life-forms -- so intent they are on their religious endeavors. Digimon tells T'Pol and Quantum that they are there to venerate the spheres, which they believe are created by The Makers. The Christalien Scientists have even felt The Makers' presence there by the spheres. Digimon pulls up his sleeve and reveals his stigmata of puckered skin. T'Pol realizes he's referring to the spatial anomalies. "The Makers' Breath," Digimon croons, stroking his scar. "It reshapes reality. Allows ordinary men a glimpse of the divine." There's an uncomfortable silence at the table, which makes me concentrate on the actual table. Has it shrunk? Seems to me I remember it being bigger. Maybe the anomalies -- I'm sorry, The Makers -- got to it. Or maybe Quantum just lowered the leaves so they could be more intime.