Quantum and Reed crawl through the tubes and fight the two Vulcombies. A lot. I really like that they've kept Quantum's face an oozing mess of blood all this time. No, it's not because I like to see Quantum hurt -- well, not just because of that -- I like the makeup reality. Quantum comms Uh-Oh Hawkins and T'Pol to get their cotton-candy asses down the tubes to join them.

An asteroid. Trip talks Trellium-D problems with May-All-That-They-Could-And-Do-Leave-Behind, who wonders if it's safe to bring the stuff aboard. "Don't worry, it only blows up in its liquid state," Trip assures him. Are they going to build an asteroidman now? The asteroid starts to rumble like it went to Suppenküche for dinner, ordered the Hering nach Hausfrauenart mit Schmand, Zwiebeln, Gurken und Kartoffeln, and is having second thoughts about it. Wavy-gravy lines anomalize the asteroid face. Hoshi comms them that they're experiencing a spatial anomaly (really?) and should hie home.

Okay, this is bullshit. The Evil Dr. Mathra just got an email from a student saying that her coach "would rather" she not miss practice to take his midterm. WTF!? Someone explain what academics is coming to when some snot-nosed, overprivileged, whiny student can get my husband to sit with them for yet another two-and-a-half hours out of his personal time (which, by the way he now has to do with half a dozen other students at half a dozen different times already) while they take the midterm at an extra-special time just because their coach "would rather" they not miss their precious practice? I'm boggled, just completely boggled. This is COLLEGE! You go there to TAKE MIDTERMS! Then again, this is an institution where windsurfing can be taken for credit, so I shouldn't be that surprised. Yet, you see how I am.