In her quarters, a magenta-robed T'Pol meditates in front of a ginger-peach candle. Both the costume and the candle speak to the fact that she's been taking those Kirstie Alley Pier 1 commercials far too seriously. Hoshi beeps in to tell her that she's getting a message from the surface. T'Pol requests she transfer it immediately to her quarters.

Quantum's Quarters. T'Pol walks in. "I was just about to call you," Quantum tells her. At his request, T'Pol sits down and listens to Quantum run off at the mouth in a way that really makes me want to force gallons of Metamucil down his gullet about how unsuccessful he was with the Vulcan MDs and how he thinks they aren't going to keep the news of her health to themselves. T'Pol barely manages to whisper that she just got a message from Dr. Yuris asking to meet with her on the surface. She believes he wants to help. "Help? That's the last thing these doctors want to do," Quantum snorts. "He asked me to come alone," T'Pol tells him.

T'Pol walks through the same misty streets they used in "Civilization" until a voice hisses at her from the shadows. A cloaked Dr. Yuris -- you know, I once had a crush on a guy named Yuri, and he had a best friend called Nate, and once I got over my crush and realized he was a jerk, I used to put their names together with hysterical results. Well, hysterical to me and Puzer -- passes over a Day-Glo pink receptacle, telling her it might be useful. T'Pol asks what it is, and Dr. Yurinate tells her, "The research your doctor asked for." T'Pol opens the container and reveals a bunch of little vials. Since it is the "research" Phlox asked for, it is really not clear by looks alone whether those vials contain computerized information or if it is actually medicine for Phlox to analyze. Such is the Trekverse when stuff like that all looks the same. T'Pol tells Dr. Yurinate that he took a great risk in bringing her the stuff. "One that I'm more than willing to take," Dr. Yurinate says emotionally. "Why?" T'Pol breathes. "There's more intolerance today than there was a thousand years ago -- it has to stop," Dr. Yurinate tells her. T'Pol asks him why he's jeopardizing his career to help someone he despises. I think he already answered that question with the comment that the intolerance has to stop. "If I despised you, I would be despising myself," Dr. Yurinate drama-queens. "I'm part of the minority." T'Pol's lips swell with the complexity of the situation, and we go to commercial so we can sit and ponder all the important messages this episode contains, and how important it is for us to sit and ponder them. Don't get me wrong -- I'm behind the sermon this episode is preaching, but it's about a decade late with its Modern Scourge Of Anvils.