Trip's burning the midnight oil as Quantum enters Engineering. "Don't you ever rest?" he asks. Trip says he can't sleep with the warp engine offline. Kind of like how I wake up when the refrigerator stops humming. Okay, it's different, but still sort of the same. "If I don't feel those vibrations, something just doesn't seem right," Trip says. Maybe he should -- ah, too easy. Quantum tells him he hopes he fixes it soon, "because [he] looks like hell." Well, Merry Christmas to you, too. Trip tells him "with all due respect" that he shouldn't be talking. Quantum asks how the warp engine is coming, and Trip tells him they'll definitely be online by the end of the next day. Trip asks him for some help in some technobabbling. Quantum helps and says, "At least we'll be flying home under our own power." Trip ignores this and asks the captain to check something else. Quantum explains that he tried contacting the Vulcan High Command, but to no avail. "If it had [worked], we'd be expecting a Surak class ship tomorrow oh-so-politely offering to help us," Quantum says, blatantly not checking what Trip asked him to check. "Well, the Vulcans would have loved that -- towing the pride of Starfleet back to base," Trip comments, once again showing signs of amnesia where Vulcans and emotions are concerned. VULCANS DON'T FEEL -- THEREFORE THEY WOULD NOT HAVE "LOVED" ANYTHING, YOU HALF-WIT HAYSEED! God. Get me a bromide -- and put some gin in it! "Maybe we should thank our visitors for blowing up the sub-space amplifiers," Quantum says. Be sure to thank them when they pulverize you as well, because then you really wouldn't have to ask for Vulcan help. Ever.