Mayweather reports on Enterprise's progress as they approach the planet. Quantum gets up from his throne and orders, "On screen." Earth facsimile appears for all to gaze upon. "I promised my dad I'd see this place someday," Mayweather says. They attempt a few hails, which fail, but Quantum doesn't quail. Oh, no, he will prevail. My, is the coffee coursing through my veins or what? T'Pol can't find bio-signs, but reports that the colony seems to be intact (I guess she must mean structurally) and that they are picking up some minor surface radiation. "From what?" Quantum asks. T'Pol doesn't have an answer, so they visually zero in on the colony locale. "Closer!" Quantum orders. I'm not sure what we're supposed to see, but there seem to be a few squares and triangles, which must represent buildings. "Looks like a ghost town," Trip comments. Quantum says, "Let's hope the ghosts can give us some answers." Or, if not that, at least a few bumper stickers or key chains so they can always remember their visit to the Land of the Lost. After T'Pol tells them that the radiation levels shouldn't make too many of their teeth fall out, Quantum tells Trip he has control of the bridge and then turns to Mayweather, saying, "Travis?" Reed, T'Pol, Mayweather, and Quantum scamper off to prepare for their away mission while Trip stands tall and attempts to look commanding, which is more difficult than you'd imagine, considering that he looks more like the type of guy who gets the odd nipple on his arm rather than the type of guy who got a scholarship to John Wayne's School of Captain Acting.

We can see two moons in the distance as the shuttle-pod lands in Bryce Canyon. The Fearsome Foursome walks through the rolling tumbleweeds (because you can never get the "deserted town" effect without the tumbleweeds), tricorders a-buzzing. Reed passes an overturned bicycle and gives the punctured wheel a spin for kicks. Quantum scuffs over a rubber mat which, when he turns it over, says, "Welcome." Contrivance pulls up a case of Post Road Pumpkin Ale, kicks off her shoes, and gets good and comfy. "A housing unit?" Mayweather says in disbelief looking at a dilapidated shack. You know, aren't all shacks dilapidated? Okay, maybe not Mighty Big TV's Shack, but when you think about it, when you read about a shack, you can bet ten-to-one it's going to be dilapidated. All aboard the Recapping Train, now leaving Digression -- next stop, Avoidance, followed by Hysteria, and terminating at Complete Unconsciousness. T'Pol reports that she can find no evidence of weapons fire, "only rust." "Whatever happened, I gotta believe they tried to let Earth know about it," Quantum says. Mayweather says they have the schematics for their communications tower, so Quantum techno-tells him to look slippy about accessing any of the Colony's transmission logs. Reed's task is to "walk the perimeter" to see what he can find. T'Pol says, "Judging by the isotope decays, the radiation levels seventy years ago would have been lethal." Quantum challenges this, saying, "If that's what killed them, where are the bodies?" Maybe, and I'm no coroner or C.S.I.-watcher by trade, but perhaps the bodies would have decomposed and decayed at such an accelerated rate because of the radiation that there might not be a whole lot left to identify? T'Pol opines that the Colonists could have left the planet before they all shuffled off this mortal coil. "That would have been difficult," Quantum says, gesturing at one of the dilapidated shacks. "That's a bulkhead. They designed their ship to be disassembled. That's how they build the colony." Like Legos. "It was a one-way trip," Quantum says thoughtfully.