Sick Bay. Trip and Phlox examine the microscope. Pheezil walks in, and she and Phlox lean over Trip to sniff one another. Trip averts his eyes. Phlox hopes he won't have to wait four more years to see her again, and Pheezil reminds him that the other wives would like to get a piece of him as well. "Commander Tucker assures me he'll keep your beautiful microscope in perfect running order," Phlox says. "As his doctor, I hope you'll keep Commander Tucker in perfect running order. Perhaps that will motivate me to visit more often," Pheezil says, looking like she's about to sniff Trip. Phlox hums suggestively and says, "It's a shame you two didn't get to...know each other better." Trip tries to put an end to this double-entendre-laden talk by saying he's gotta get back to the warp engine: "The plasma is running a little hot." "I know how it pheels," Pheezil purrs. Phlox hums again. I think the Corned Beef Slash is ready now -- anyone up for a sandwich? Trip makes a strained face and says, "Pleasure meeting you," to Pheezil. He leaves. Both Phlox and Pheezil watch his ass go. "Humans!" Phlox snorts, and they both go into gales of laughter.
Quantum's Quarters. From his Weight Of The World Window, Quantum tells T'Pol that Dr. Yurinate has been suspended. T'Pol isn't surprised. Apparently, they offered him a hearing, but he refused. "Oratt said he'll lose his standing with the Medical Exchange when they get back to Vulcan," Quantum continues. Again, T'Pol isn't exactly staggered by this turn of events. Quantum finally cuts to the chase; the Vulcans believed Dr. Yurinate and his statement that T'Pol was forced, so T'Pol gets to stay. Thank god -- the suspense was beginning to itch a bit. "With your permission, I would like to contact the High Command. I don't intend to let Yuris be dismissed without a fight," T'Pol says. She LOVES him! Quantum looks all proud of her and grants his permission. Has she ever had to ask his consent to contact the High Command before? "I know you must be very disappointed that he broke his promise to you. But on a selfish note, I'm glad he did. I didn't want to lose you," Quantum says, looking at her from under a Furrow Of No Sexual Tension Whatsoever So Stop Trying To Infer That It's There. T'Pol hopes that this incident will encourage others to protest and distribute pamphlets. Quantum hopes that's the case as well.
And because the anvils in my corner fell asleep -- exhausted by the overuse they got tonight -- Viacom insisted on putting up a number to call if you want more information on HIV/AIDS. Wait, AIDS? What does AIDS have to do with tonight's episode? Aw, the anvils look so sweet when they drool in their sleep.