Sickbay. Phlox still can't find anything wrong with her. Other than the fact that she's dying of boredom. Reed says his scans for ships and intruders have come up empty. Hoshi insists to Quantum that she's not imagining things, but Captain Furrows-a-Lot tries to get her to admit that it's a possibility. Hoshi flies a bit off the handle and shouts that while she's got an active imagination, this isn't part of it. Quantum orders Phlox to keep her under observation, and tells Reed to post a security detail outside Sickbay, as well as in a few other places. They leave. Hoshi asks if she can feed some of his pets. "Be my guest -- the Vulcan root leaf's in that container," Phlox says. I wonder if Hoshi will put Phlox's service to the test. Hoshi feeds the thing in the tank and talks about what it feels like to have the alien communicate with her: "It's almost like he's inside my head, looking at things through my eyes, experiencing what I'm experiencing. Talking to him is like talking to myself -- does that make any sense?" She looks around for Phlox, who is suddenly on the other side of the room. "It makes perfect sense," Phlox-Or-Not says. "Listening to your thoughts has been very pleasurable." Ew. That's not Phlox at all. The Alien in Phlox Clothing says he's been with Hoshi for several days, studying her mind, her memories, reading her diary, and just generally violating her. Hoshi asks, "Why me?" The Alien in Phlox Clothing says he can only violate certain individuals with his stalker telepathy, and that her unique mind is the first he's found in many years. "Right -- all he needs is a mind uncomplicated with many things, thus one that is bored," the Evil Dr. Mathra agrees. Hoshi asks what he wants, and she's transported to a plant room. Is it an atrium or a greenhouse when it's inside a house? I never know. A human figure comes out of the shadows and says he's only three light years away from her, and she's seeing his home. "All I want is to meet you," Alien Von Stalker tells her. Dude, next time try Yahoo Personals. I'll even get you started.