Engineering. The camera comically looks down at Phlox and T'Pol from a great height as Phlox asks his Imaginary Vulcan what they should do first. Standing slightly behind Phlox, the Imaginary Vulcan says, "I'm afraid I may not be of much assistance." She says she's having problems focusing. "On your worst day, you are more qualified to operate warp engines than I am!" Phlox insists. "Unfortunately, this is by far one of my worst days," the Imaginary Vulcan admits. "I'm a physician, not an engineer!" Phlox shouts-out to Bones. Imaginary Vulcan points out his many degrees. "None of them are in warp theory!" Phlox bellows. "The procedure for starting the warp engine are in the database," Imaginary Vulcan remembers. "Are you suggesting I read the manual?" Phlox whimpers. Hee. The camera-work here was hysterical. Phlox and his Imaginary Vulcan look like two little kids next to the engine, and Blalock had great expressions solely contained in her eyes. Nice direction, B'Elanna.

Phlox reads the manual and mutters about milli-cochrans. I didn't know he had a unit of measure named after him, did I? Don't email me, that's a rhetorical question. Phlox spouts technobabble and doesn't understand it any better than I do. T'Pol goes off to purge the plasma manifolds -- how she's going to accomplish that when she's imaginary is beyond me -- and Trip appears to berate Phlox for fooling with his engines. He tells Phlox that he's going to screw things up and kill everyone. Phlox yells at his imagination to go away. T'Pol appears to ask if Phlox is okay, and tells him she can't find the plasma relays. Phlox rolls his eyes and says he'll do it himself. Phlox and his Imaginary Vulcan monitor technobabble and set the engine for warp two.