Walking through the corridors, T'Pol tells Quantum that he shouldn't have misgivings about his decision. In Trip's quarters, Trip watches It enjoy some chamber music. Now THAT'S a facet of Trip I like to see -- chamber music instead of harmonica twangs. Plus, did you notice the books on his shelves? C.K. Tucker-Haven, you have unsuspected depths! Quantum enters with a grave look to his furrow that's so expressive in its furrowness that words just don't seem necessary.
Outer Space. The ships unhitch from one another.
Bridge. Quantum and Capt. Vissian bid each other a fond farewell. Quantum stiffly advises his buddy, "I'm afraid Shakespeare only wrote thirty-six plays so it might be best if you took your time memorizing them." I really think he should have Phlox look into surgically removing that pole up his patoot. Capt. Vissian smiles and agrees, adding that he hopes The Unfortunate Incident won't hinder further good relations between their peoples. "You sure you don't have an extra stratopod you could spare?" Quantum suggests, not really answering Capt. Vissian's question. Capt. Vissian thinks Quantum's race will develop one soon enough. I think he's overestimating the human intellect -- I mean, they haven't developed one by Picard's time, have they? They say TTFN and hang up. Quantum says it's time to say goodbye to the hypergiant, and tells May-I'm-Afraid-Your-Time-Is-Up to get them underway. Quantum sits in his chair as though he ran out of Preparation-H last night.