Enterprise flies. I thought they were in the Expanse -- where's all that Pretty Purple Haze? From the Bridge, May-Off-Screen announces that they're approaching the coordinates. Quantum orders a tactical alert. Reed notes that they aren't being scanned, and he's not picking up signs of technology or vessels. T'Pol's not detecting any planets either. "That son of a bitch lied to us!" Quantum spits out. "Phlox said the Xindi used his dying breath to give us these coordinates. Why would he lie?" Trip asks calmly. To protect his homeworld from invaders? May-On-Screen picks up signs of a debris field much larger than what a ship would leave behind. "It's nearly eighty million kilometers long -- it was a planet," T'Pol announces. Quantum tosses a furrow in her direction and orders them in closer. They fly through rocks. T'Pol reports that the planet's destruction took place one hundred and twenty years ago. Trip picks up metals and alloys, and since some of them match the hull of the psycho bocce ball, he thinks they're all signs of civilization. Quantum ponders his conundrum: "They're building a weapon, planning to annihilate Earth because they think we're going to destroy their world in four hundred years. How's that possible if their world doesn't exist any more -- hasn't existed for decades?" Um, considering that time travel isn't new to this ship, captain, and storyline, wouldn't that be the explanation? Blame everything on temporal distortions, that's my motto. "Who drank the last Balthazar of champagne?" "Oh, I did. But it was in an alternate timeline."