T'Pol wants to run a diagnostic, but Trip goes all ape shit about how this isn't a sensor glitch, they're in the past, and he doesn't give a ratty tat's ass about what the Vulcan High Council thinks of time travel. Once she wipes the Trip spittle from her face, T'Pol continues with what she was saying: "The first step to getting back is ascertaining how we got here. As soon as the diagnostic is complete, I want to scan for any anomalies in the area." Reed accepts his orders and prances off to apply more Viagra Lip Balm to his upper lip. May-Pocket-Philosopher wonders if they were meant to be there. If he starts quoting Thomas Paine, I'm cracking open a forty. Oh, what am I worried about? This is Enterprise -- there's no higher thinking going on here. Whew. T'Pol agrees they have to consider all possibilities.

In a corridor, Silik crawls upside-down and inside-out on the ceiling. Why do I come over all Dr. Seuss-y when describing Suliban I Am? Oh, wait -- Silik's back! Yay?

One Alienazi tells another Alienazi that the Germans believe there are resistance fighters throughout the region who all went out and bought Franklin Planners and are becoming both better organized and highly effective. The gray Alienazi berates the taupe one for not being more careful with Quantum. Camel Taupe piffles that Quantum was "just an American prisoner." Shades of Gray reveals that Quantum's communicator is from the future. Dun-DUN-meh. As Camel Taupe wonders about temporal agents, Shades of Gray orders more men around the compound and notes, "If they have located us, it won't be long before they strike." Camel Taupe promises to recover Quantum.

T'Pol muses over a game of Risk on her computer, and Trip comes in to apologize for his previous un-lover-like conduct. T'Pol forgives and forgets and they both babble about turning their thoughts and bodies toward home. Trip comments, "The Cap'n would allus try to put the best light on the worst situation -- I wunner what he'd say to this wun." "I think he'd be hard pressed to find any positive aspects," T'Pol says. Ah, a familiar feeling for me. Reed enters to give reports of Hoshi's eavesdropping. There have been mentions of battles fought in Virginia and Ohio. Reed continues, "There weren't any battles fought there in World War II -- the Nazis never got to North America." They didn't? Huh, imagine that! And all this time I thought we were under the heel of a ridiculous moustache and fascist dictatorship. "Something's very wrong down there," Reed deduces with a brilliance not often seen in our time.