Hell'n-a-Handbasket slithers through the ducts.

Tanning Booth. Dr. Adams advises Kirk that it's much worse if he fights it, and demands Kirk trust him. "I...trust...you," Kirk grits out. I'll bet he'd trust him more if he coughed up some of those itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny tanning booth special sunglasses. Dr. Adams is happy to hear that: "Do you know Dr. Van Gelder was down on his hands and knees sobbing at this point. It was so gratifying. I'm so fortunate to have had a couple of excellent specimens to work with -- I've learned a great deal." Lethe comes in to say that Hell'n-a-Handbasket has escaped. He tells her to notify security. Lethe leaves. It's a real waste that they didn't do more with Lethe's character. When we first met her, I thought she seemed sinister enough to be a character who only pretended to be cured and one day would flip when her tan peeled and turn against Dr. Adams. But I suppose that would have left less time for Kirk to gorge himself on underdone Scenery Mignon. "Where is she, Captain?" Kirk says he doesn't know. Dr. Adams turns up the heat. Kirk keeps grunting that he doesn't know. Suddenly, as if caught by fishing hooks in his nipples and reeled in, Kirk lifts himself out of the chair and says, "I...DON'T...KNOW!" He flings himself on the floor.

Hell'n-a-Handbasket gets to the power room and throws some switches.

Up on the ship, the transporter room is going crazy with flashing lights over the pad, and a slightly agitated Spock is ordering the flunks to keep trying to get through the force field.

Hell'n-a-Handbasket closes a cage door and darts away as men with iron-ons come racing in to check things out. They look around, don't see anything, and leave again. Hell'n-a-Handbasket comes out of hiding and goes back to the cage she was fiddling in before. She notes a sign reading "High Voltage" up top, and pulls a huge lever down with all her might. Another Iron-On comes running in.