One of the Vulcan doctors gets up and hands T'Pol a witch hunt in the form of an e-pad, asking if she knows any of the blacklisted names on it. T'Pol looks, and answers that they are Vulcan but she is not familiar with any of them. The Vulcan doctor tells her that they are "melders." "Vulcans with the ability to transfer thoughts and memories to each other. Do you know any melders, Subcommander?" the Vulcan doctor asks. Phlox looks concerned. "Not well, but I've met a number of them," T'Pol responds. "Then I'll ask you again -- do you condone their behavior?" the Vulcan doctor asks. T'Pol repeats that she doesn't see what that has to do with Phlox's request. Dr. Ensign points out the obvious by telling her they find the melders behavior "unacceptable," and because Pa'nar Syndrome is transmitted by "[those] people," its cure "is not a priority." Following so close on Bush's State of the Union, one of the anvils tries to sneak out of the corner, but I kick it back. And now I need toe surgery. Phlox asks if that means there isn't any additional research. "None that we'd care to disseminate," Dr. Ensign tells him. T'Pol, fairly near the boil and crammed to the gizzard with low suspicions, states that they came all the way from the surface to tell Phlox they wouldn't help him. Dr. Ensign asks to be shown to the airlock. T'Pol clenches up and complies, tossing a look at Phlox as she leaves. Did anyone see Jolene on Carson Daly's Super Bowl pre-game show? Apparently, she was trying to convince people that they should be watching her on Enterprise because the show is so titillating and spicy -- my vocab words, not hers. They basically sent her out as the show's sexperson. I don't have a calculator on me -- can anyone tell me how many degrees of patheticism that is?