Foggy San Francisco Docks of Sex. Reed steps out of the shadowy closet. "Two meetings in the span of a week," comes Paunchy PVC's flirty voice. "People might start to talk." Damn -- it's been a long time since such large portion of steaming-hot Corned Beef Slash was served up on this show. Mmmm -- can't you just smell it? Reed wants Paunchy PVC's help on getting Enterprise to Mars undetected. Paunchy PVC wonders why Reed thinks he would have that kind of information. Reed snaps, "Because your section routinely thinks about the unthinkable and because you'd never miss a chance to put me in your debt." That's not the only thing he'd like to put you into. Paunchy PVC hands over a disk, basically telling Reed that they need to hide in the thick Mars atmosphere and hope they are scanned as a routinely false signal. He also explains that with terra forming, they don't need pressure suits in the lowlands, just oxygen and thermal suits. "According to this," Reed interrupts, not needing the foreplay, "if we keep our altitude less than ten meters above the surface, Dr. Evil RoboCreep won't see us." Paunchy PVC reminds him they need to get to the surface first. "Well, that's taken care of," Reed smirks, "without your help." Paunchy PVC crosses his arms and looks Reed up and down: "So, the student has surpassed the teacher." Do you want him to go to the head...of the class? Paunchy PVC asks Reed to come "work" for him. Oh, he'll do a job for him all right. Reed snorts that he's got enough to do on Enterprise. "And if Quantum's coalition is formed, Enterprise could be busier than ever," Paunchy PVC hypothesizes. Since when did it become Quantum's Qoalition, anyway? I thought Mayor Tam was taking all the credit and therefore explaining why Quantum and so forth aren't ACTUALLY EVER MENTIONED IN THE FUTURE. Reed assumes if that's the case, this is the last time they'll meet. "Always the optimist," Paunchy PVC snorts. Because he knows that they always come back for more. Reed squints and starts to walk away. "Good luck," Paunchy PVC calls out. Reed turns around. "Malcolm," Paunchy PVC sticks out his hand. Reed hesitates, hating messy goodbyes, but takes it anyway and smiles. They had a moment.