I'm sorry, but that Mitsubishi Eclipse commercial with that chick in the pink breakdancer's hat doing The Robot in the front seat with her mouth hanging open? Yeah, um, it's really disturbing. It would like it to stop.

At the campsite, Quantum has roused all and sundry because he saw a bogeywoman. "If the captain says he saw her, he saw her," Trip's telling Holtz-Damrus. When he poses the question, Quantum's told that there are no others in the Eska hunting party. "Certainly no human females," Holtz-Damrus rasps, "You sure she wasn't from your vessel?" Quantum's sure. May-Remember-When reports via communicator that there are no other ships in the vicinity. An Eska, T'Pol, and Reed return to report that they've seen nothing that answers to a description of a scantily-clad female prowling around with crimped hair. "She was young," Quantum states, "Long blonde hair. She was wearing some kind of a nightgown." Reed repeats, "A nightgown, sir?" and T'Pol finishes his thought by stepping forward and saying, "Perhaps you were dreaming." Quantum insists that she was there, she said his name, and he felt like he knew her -- like he had seen her before. That's the last time he's allowed to eat Drayjin patties before bed. Holtz-Damrus whispers, "On this planet, it's always night. You're surrounded by things you can hear but not see. It can, uh, stimulate the imagination." Another Eska tells Quantum that he's not the first to look into the jungle and see something that's not there. "She was real," Quantum insists. Does he feel at all bad that he roused these hunters from their precious sleep before a day for which they needed to be their sharpest so they don't get killed? Probably not. Clearly, the captain of the Enterprise's nocturnal phantasms in nightgowns take precedence over getting gored by prey animals. Holtz-Damrus tries to reason with him, asking, "Captain Archer, what are the chances that you'd encounter a half-naked woman who you think you know dozens of light-years from your homeworld?" What are the chances you'd be pulled into the twenty-first century by a steroid-popping time-traveler to hunt a vampire who's suffering from a soul cough? Quantum doesn’t have an answer for that. Holtz-Damrus tells him to go to sleep and says if he's lucky, he might dream about her. The Eska guffaw again. Quantum looks annoyed.