Engineering. Phlox attends to his duties. He hears a bang and calls out. No response. He continues humming and doing his duty. Another bang. Phlox shouts, "T'Pol -- is that you?" in a tone bordering on panic. He gazes around. Something falls on the catwalk directly above him. "Stop!" Phlox shouts. He comms T'Pol and orders her not to "creep around the ship like a Draxxan cloud viper." T'Pol doesn't know what he's on about, since she hasn't left the Bridge. Scary music.
Galley. Ooh, Chef's got All-Clad pots and pans! I recognize them by the telltale curved handles. Nice. After apologizing for not wanting to eat in the Mess with all the empty chairs, Phlox makes dinner for him and T'Pol, saying, "My fifth grandmother made this for each of my weddings. Chef's tried to prepare it but he never gets it quite right." He puts two plates of something green and wet in front of T'Pol, who says that Chef's Plomeek broth is likewise lacking. Plomeek broth? I thought it was soup? Neelix's recipe certainly doesn't make it out to be a just a broth. Although, truth be told, the broth idea is pretty much what the Evil Dr. Mathra thought Plomeek soup was when he first heard of it. I just want to note here that Phlox is pulling salt and seasonings from some very cool bulbous glass bottles -- not as cool as Alton Brown's sodium chloride containment unit, but a nice touch nevertheless.