Space. Pods fire at Enterprise continuously. Things explode on the bridge as Trip asks if there's any sign of the Vulcan ship and Hoshi reports no joy. Maynothing announces that the pods are closing in on them. A cannon deploys from the hull of the ship to fire at a few pods. Pretty cool. Hoshi reports that the lead ship is sniffing their tail. The ship takes a lot of damage, and Maynothing reports that all their plating is offline. Even the silver. Suddenly, the firing ceases. Everyone looks around nervously as the smoke settles. "Why'd they stop firing?" Hoshi asks. "Why waste ammunition? They have us surrounded," Maynothing points out bitterly. T'Pol asks if their long-range sensors are still operational. Hoshi checks. "No Vulcan ship," she reports. Suddenly, the pods disperse away from Enterprise. "Sub-Commander..." Maynothing says. "I see them," T'Pol says, looking at the arm viewer. "Sumabitch! He did it!" Trip swears. And the curse count is up to three -- nice family fun. Hoshi smiles. All the pods have dispersed except for one. T'Pol orders that they stand down their weapons and open a channel. She contacts the pod. There's a pause. "Go ahead, Enterprise," Quantum's voice comes through. Trip throws back his head in relief and tells Quantum that it's good to hear his voice. "Good to hear yours, too," Quantum tells him from the cockpit of the pod. "I feel like I've been away for a thousand years." Ha. Ha. Quantum asks if everyone is okay, and T'Pol reports that Reed is recovering in sick bay from some minor wounds he suffered when he got too excited over Clinique's Bonus Week and their free tube of Raspberry Glace. "Captain, I'm curious, why didn't all the other Cell-Ships try to stop you?" T'Pol asks. "I know it's not 'standard' Starfleet procedure but I took a hostage," Quantum says, as the camera pans down to show Silik on the floor. "By the time he wakes up, we'll be long gone. Request permission to dock," Quantum says. T'Pol rolls her eyes and says, "Permission granted."