On the perimeter, Reed and his itchy trigger finger patrol. He picks up some bio-signs on his tricorder and squints into the underbrush. "'Ello?" he calls, Britishly. Something runs. "We're not alone, sir," Reed says into his communicator. "There's someone in the forest." "We're on our way," Quantum tells him. The someone in the forest runs across a babbling brook with Reed hot on his tail. We get a glimpse of a Braveheart-kitted extra. Over hill and dale and fallen logs they run. Through the ring of Antares moons of Nibia and Pentacost's something-or-other. Braveheart disappears into a cave. Cripes, with all the money the ST franchise makes, you'd think they could manage not to use the exact same set from "A Whole New World." Reed peers into the cave as T'Pol and Quantum finally catch up. Uh, where's Mayweather? Quantum asks if Reed was able to see what Braveheart looked like. "Yeah, he appeared to be a couple of meters tall [aw, he's so cute and British], biped, odd-looking scales," Reed reports. T'Pol reports that the cave opening leads to a network of various tunnels and caverns, extending a few hundred meters. Okay, they all use "meters," but it's cuter when it's a British accent using it, rather than Unblinking Hypnotized Acting Mode. Quantum signals to Mayweather and tells him to grab flashlights from the shuttlepod, "and make it quick." Just after saying that, which, of course, leads us to believe that they don't already have flashlights, Quantum stands up and proceeds into the cave, switching on a flashlight! That's it, I'm changing from a coffee drip to a Post Road Pumpkin Ale drip and citing a gross lack of continuity.