Daniels gathers these implements from the past together and rattles on that the people the Suliban are working for are from three hundred years ago and can't travel through time themselves, but they can send images of themselves back to the past in order to communicate. "You...can't...do...thatwiththose," Kir -- I mean, Quantum says. Yes, you can -- didn't you read the owner's manual? Obviously not, since your clock is still flashing twelve. "No, it's a little more complicated, but not much," Daniels says, drawing boxes in the dust. "We learned how to do it in high school." Great, Thomas Jefferson High School of Science and Technology of the thirty-first century. Daniels tells Quantum they're going to need a few more materials that might be difficult to find. Yeah, a DeLorean and Christopher Lloyd. The French Horn And Violins Of Cooperation play on as Quantum hunkers down and asks, "Then what are we waiting for?" We're waiting for you to stop acting with your forehead!
Apple Core Helix. "Where -- is -- Archer?" Silik demands in a darkened room. T'Pol, clad in a t'ank t'op, lies on a metal cot with a collar around her neck. T'ubes of liquid come and go from her. "I don't know," T'Pol rasps. Silik asks who she is working for from the future. "The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible," T'Pol chokes out while her eyeballs flutter side to side. Silik grabs her chin and forces her to look at him: "Does Captain Archer agree with that opinion?" T'Pol tells him it's not an opinion. "Does Archer agree with that determination?" Silik restates. T'Pol tells him that Quantum believes Daniels travels through time. Silik points out that Daniels is dead. "Captain Archer claims he saw Daniels two days ago," T'Pol says. "Your captain is gone -- did Daniels take him into the past or the future?" Silik asks. "The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible," T'Pol repeats. Silik sighs.
Somewhere in a Yeats poem, a rough beast slouches toward Bethlehem to be born and the Second Coming is at hand. Oh -- my mistake, it's just Quantum coming back with supplies. "I can't be sure, but I think that's copper," he says, tossing some black thing at Daniels. Daniels puts it to his tongue -- ew, he doesn't know where that's been! -- and confirms that it is copper. He asks Quantum to unwrap it and pound it into strips no more than a millimeter thick. Does Quantum look like he can do measurements without the help of a ruler? I don't think so either. Quantum gives Daniels an odd look, but Future Boy has already gone back to meticulously taking apart what appears to be Quantum's scanner. Quantum grabs a rock and starts hacking away at what we can now see is a big ladle. And thus takes another step up the evolutionary ladder. This time next week, he should be playing with fire.