Bridge. Quantum enters and asks T'Pol if she's got any news. "We've received twenty-nine hails in the past two hours," T'Pol says. Quantum asks who could be calling them at this hour, and T'Pol tells them it's all hospitals who want their help. "Two orbital spacecrafts approached us while you were on the planet. They mistakenly believed that we already had a cure, we had to turn them away," T'Pol finishes. What kind of PR does this "advanced" species have if they can't control the information they let out? It's like a planet of FOX News reports. Quantum asks to speak with T'Pol in confidence. They adjourn to his Ready Room, where the Captain prepares to snack on a piece of humble cheesecake. He explains that the Valakians want warp drive technology from them. "What did you tell them?" T'Pol asks. Quantum says, "That I'd think about it." "And?" Quantum says he knows where she stands on the matter. "Even if you give them our reactor schematics, they don't have the technical expertise to build a warp engine," T'Pol says. Quantum comments, "They don't have any experience working with anti-matter. I doubt they realize how dangerous it is." He shakes his head and turns to his sub-commander, saying, "They're not ready." T'Pol says he just made his decision a whole lot easier. "We could stay and help them," Quantum says. T'Pol reminds him that the Vulcans stayed on Earth to help the humans ninety years ago. "We're still there," she finishes. Touché, T'Pol. Quantum puts his face full in his humble cheesecake and says, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm beginning to understand how the Vulcans must have felt." The heavens open up and seraphim sing as the holy light beams down on Enterprise.
Sick bay. Phlox examines some more DNA strands and looks mightily troubled by what he sees. I have a feeling the Valakian end is nigh.
Heh. The Sprint guy was on West Wing last week. He'll never have a real career now -- commercial actors are supposed to be forgettable, but even Deborah's posters are calling him "Congressman Sprint."