Outer space. Enterprise blows completely to pieces. Damn. It's always very affecting to see a ship called Enterprise get destroyed.
Sickbay. Quantum washed that grey right outta his hair and wakes up in his uniform. Phlox asks how he feels. Quantum responds, just like in the alternate timeline, that he feels like a sh'pod landed on his head. T'Pol's there to say that they cleared the anomalies, and the repairs to the partially damaged nacelle should be completed soon. Phlox tells Quantum he suffered a mild concussion and he'd like to keep him overnight for observation. Quantum agrees wearily. "You could have been seriously injured, I told you to leave me behind," T'Pol reproves. "Fortunately, I don't take orders from you," Quantum tells her, again parroting their earlier conversation, which proves this whole episode wasn't a dream; it was an alternate timeline. T'Pol hands over an e-pad, saying she believes he wanted to see it. "Rosemary's Baby?" Quantum reads. "You were obviously looking forward to it," T'Pol says, "and since you're not going to be able to attend tonight..." Quantum thanks her. As T'Pol leaves, Quantum calls out, "Oh, would you mind bringing me another pillow?" T'Pol stops, turns around, and walks deliberately over to a drawer immediately next to Quantum's bed. She pulls out a pillow and, seeing Quantum lift his head, tucks it under his neck. She walks away again. "Would you turn down the lights just a little?" Quantum asks. T'Pol stops, turns, gives him a look, and adjusts the lights. He's going to ask for a drink of water next, isn't he? "Anything else?" T'Pol asks with ear-pointed patience. "No, that's great," Quantum says, looking at the epad. He hasn't exactly said "thank you" yet, has he? "You know," he starts, and again T'Pol turns patiently around, "You'd make a wonderful nurse." He gives a silly half-grin and settles back in to his pillow to watch the movie. T'Pol stands there for a moment, looks at him one more time, and leaves.