Situation room. The senior staff discuss why Quantum was released. The view from his quarters is most likely blocked by bulkheads, so Quantum turns the camera lens into his new Weight of the World Window and broods. Quantum stalks around and stiffly tells them about the Xindi infighting. Reed suggests they hide behind a dust cloud. Seriously, he does. T'Pol agrees with the technobabble safety of said dust cloud. Engineering comms them to say that they're picking up a surge in the EPS grid on their deck. There's a high whine, and stuff explodes. Rocks fall. The senior staff hits the floor. They can get to the dust cloud in three days. Course is set. Trip wonders why they aren't searching for the Weapon of Striped Bass Destruction, and Quantum tells him they have to get themselves patched up before they can worry about it.
Sh'bay. May-Still-Alive examines the aquapod. Hoshi listens to whale songs and tries to decipher them, bitching all the way. Hey, do you think the Aquamen are the ones who sent that volleyball to San Francisco looking for whales? Duuude, that would be AWESOME! I loved the sound of that probe: "Whonk, whonk, whonk." I'm unashamed about how much that movie makes me laugh. May-Still-Alive is still counting his blessings that the hiatus didn't replace him with a jar of Folgers crystals to see if any of us noticed, and comments that it almost sounds like music. The camera tightens up on Hoshi as she looks a shade more pissed than bored, and sulks that her mother always wanted her to take piano lessons: "I should've listened to her." May-Still-Alive says, "It's never too late. You can start when we get home. We're getting home." You go, Mr. Sunny Side of the Street! Hoshi doesn't respond. Because she's bored.
Trip wonders if they can really trust Degra; Quantum thinks they can. More explosions as something Trip fixed proves that he didn't. T'Pol comms that an unidentified vessel is approaching, and it sent out a comm that they need help. They've taken heavy damage. Quantum orders an intercept course. "Maybe we can help each other," he furrows. Do you think, at the end of a really long day of filming, that Bakula needs a brow massage? I want to know.
Bridge. Quantum comms the unidentified ship and tells them they'll try to help.
The ships dock together.
The alien captain walks through a destroyed Enterprise corridor and says they were studying a red giant and weren't prepared for the spatial anomalies. Quantum explains that their own messed-up state has nothing to do with the anomalies, and more to do with a race that wants them dead. Capt. Alien has never heard of Xindi, but he has heard of Trellium-D. Quantum tells him they have sixty kilos of the stuff in their cargo bay and should work out a trade. Capt. Alien says they can spare some plasma injectors or anti-matter. Quantum wants a warp coil. Capt. Alien won't play that. Quantum brings new technology to the table. Capt. Alien isn't interested, since without one of their warp coils, the journey home would take three years and they're not equipped for a voyage of that length. Wah. In weird looping, Quantum rants about the Xindi killing seven million people and how he has to stop them. Capt. Stingy Alien won't jeopardize the lives of his crew. Can't say I blame him, because I don't think Quantum would jeopardize his crew either.