Engineering. Mozzarella Trip asks T'Pol if there's anything he could still do. "You wish to spend your last hours in Engineering?" T'Pol asks. "Why not? The two things I care about most are in this room," Mozzarella Trip says. Oh, my. Well, she asked. T'Pol gives him something to do. At a station, Mozzarella Trip looks furtively over his shoulder.

Bridge. Reed reports that they're locked out of the launchbay controls. Quantum calls the launchbay, but there's nobody home. Hoshi reads one person there.

Launchbay. Mozzarella Trip is leaning against an open sh'pod as Quantum walks in. "I wuz all ready to do it," Mozzarella Trip says, looking at his feet. Quantum asked him what stopped him. "Where the hell wuz I gonna go? We're nowhere near any habitable planet. Didn't really want to spend the rest of my life floatin' around in a shuttlepod. Which doesn't even have any toilet facilities. Can you imagine a lousier way to spend your old age? Cooped up in that thing? Peeing in a bottle?" Quantum looks at him. "You're floating around in space -- you gotta get used to peeing in weird places. You're on a starship -- your whole life is in a bottle! Are we supposed to take from this that he's as pewp-oriented as ProtoTryp is?" the Evil Dr. Mathra asks. "Actually, I can imagine a worse fate," Trip muses. "What would that be?" Quantum asks. "Being stuck in there with Malcolm," Trip chuckles. Quantum just looks down sadly. Mozzarella Trip comments that it's a screwed-up situation. "A lifetime in eight days," Mozzarella Trip says, and adds that he's not scared of dying: "It's just that I can't imagine not being here tomorrow." Mozzarella Trip tells him that what really stopped him was the memory of his sister dying, and as she was his sister as much as ProtoTryp's, he realized that he has to be a part of what stops that from happening to the rest of Earth. "That's why I gave the order to create you," Quantum nods. I think they should continue to keep Quantum unshaven like this. It looked good last week, and it looks good now. "Do me a favor when this is over -- if Commander Tucker decides to do any more modifications to the engines, tell him to watch his ass," Mozzarella Trip requests. I think T'Pol will be doing that for him.