In Quantum's Quarters, Porthos lies on the bed while Quantum stares out the window in the dark. Cpt. T'Pol enters, and Quantum snappishly inquires if her meeting with the Vulcans went well. Cpt. T'Pol wonders how he knew. "There was obviously a reason why I chose these quarters -- you can see a lot from this window. [Including the Weight of the World?] What did they want?" Quantum demands. Cpt. T'Pol tells him. "Oh," Quantum says, and then bravely explains how he thinks he can contribute to the running of the ship. "I can help Trip out in Engineering!" he announces. Cpt. T'Pol carefully explains that they tried that a week ago, but it was uncomfortable for him. Oh, sad. It's like watching someone with early Alzheimer's. Quantum demands to know if he's just supposed to stay in his quarters all the time. Cpt. T'Pol tells him that he takes Porthos for walks and tells the children in the classrooms about their earlier missions. "In other words, just stay out of the way," Quantum says. Cpt. T'Pol just looks at him. P'Tail VOs that they reached Ceti Alpha V a year later, and that theirs was the only convoy to reach it. Everyone else had been destroyed by the Xindi.

Cpt. T'Pol's Ready Room. Trip looks at the computer screen and says, "This planet's barely Minshara-class. Mebbe we should've picked one with a little more blue and green on it." Trip wants to take a survey team down to check it out, but Cpt. T'Pol tells him he has to stay on board and meet with the civilian leaders. Trip's confused, since she's the one they deal with. "I'm resigning my commission," Cpt. T'Pol tells him. Trip walks toward her and frowns, asking if she's sure she wants to do that. Cpt. T'Pol explains that Quantum will have to live on the planet and he needs someone he trusts to look after him. Trip asks why she's making such a sacrifice. "I have my reasons," Cpt. T'Pol answers. And all of them have hearts over the "i"s.

Future. P'Tail tells Quantum they disassembled the ships and used the parts to make the settlement. Quantum walks around the room. "At this point you often wonder if you're the victim of some elaborate deception," P'Tail offers. Quantum admits that's pretty much what he was thinking. "Margaret Mullin. You met her when you were twenty-four years old. During flight school in San Francisco. The night before you graduated, you asked her to marry you outside of her apartment on Westgate Avenue. She turned you down. She said she did not want to become a 'Starfleet Widow,'" P'Tail finishes. Quantum's amazed at her knowledge. "Our relationship has evolved over the years," P'Tail explains. Quantum looks nervous. "Exactly how far has it 'evolved'?" he asks. Well, in twelve years she would have gone through Pon Farr. P'Tail doesn't answer, but that hickey on her neck does. Kidding.