Walking through some corridors with his captain, Trip gets some bad news. Again. "This is just another part of the joke, right?" Trip asks. Quantum apologizes: "I'm sorry, Trip, I've gotta take T'Pol on this one. I need to spend some time with her. Alone." "It's because he wants to win the 'Seduce T'Pol' bet, isn't it? And he's not certain she's seen him in enough of his ultra-appealing Cro-Magnon positions," Mathra giggles, rolling dangerously close to the edge of the couch. That's the last time I give him Pepto-Bismol after eight o'clock. "Now, I know you are pulling my leg," Trip says. Just so Trip realizes how serious the situation is, Quantum stops walking, faces him, and delivers his line: "T'Pol's being transferred. A Vulcan ship's on its way to take her back." Trip is astounded. "Meet me for lunch, I'll fill you in," Quantum says, and smegs off.