Quantum's Fortress of Solitude. Quantum eats. Kayla rings his bell, and Quantum asks her to join him for lunch after Kayla suggests that they take their dogs to the beach. Kayla picks up Quantum's book and asks what it is. "It's a gift from my Science Officer," Quantum says, getting juice for Kayla. "Her people think humans are too controlled by their emotions." Kayla says, "I knew there was a reason why I liked you." Quantum chuckles and says that Kayla knows an awful lot about him, but he knows very little about her, including her dog's name. "It's Rhylo," Kayla says. "I adopted her when she was a puppy. Anything else?" "Everything else," Quantum says. "What's your planet called? What do you do? Do you have a family?" "Hmm, 'do you have a family'? No, I was cloned by the midichlorians," Mathra answers. Kayla tells Quantum that they've been having such a nice time, they shouldn't spoil it. Quantum doesn't know how she could spoil it. "I did have a family," Kayla tells him. "They were abducted by meddling humans, weren't they? WEREN'T THEY?" Mathra screams at the television. "They were killed. My parents, my brother, my husband," Kayla continues. Quantum says he's sorry. "It was our own fault. We'd been warned about the Suliban, we should've gotten out while we had the chance," Kayla says. "Suliban?" Quantum repeats. "You know about them?" Kayla asks. "Yes," Quantum says, smoothing on The Furrowed Brow Of Plot Twists.

Phlox's Quarters. I know I'm not going to do this scene justice, I just know it. But I was actually crying, I was laughing so hard, and it's all due to John Billingsly's superior acting. I was really hoping Phlox did something weird when hibernating, like hang upside-down or something, but no. Phlox's mouth is drooping open, which makes me fear he's going to have nasty sore throat when he wakes up. Crouching by his bed, Scrunchie Face whispers, "I don't know if we should do this." T'Pol says, in a normal voice, "There's no need to whisper, he's in a state of deep hibernation." Scrunchie Face mutters that that's what she's worried about, and hyposprays Phlox. Nothing happens. T'Pol is asking Scrunchie Face if she used the right dosage when suddenly, Phlox sits up and shouts in Denobulan before flopping back down on his pillow, his eyes rolled back. Scrunchie leans over him and says, "Phlox?" "I don't care what it tastes liiike!" Phlox screeches in a really high-pitched voice, and squints his eyes around. T'Pol leans over him and says, flatly, "Wake. Up. Doc. Tor." That made me laugh, too. Phlox recognizes her and squeaks, "Has it been forty-eight hours?" T'Pol answers in the negative. "Then why did you wake me?" Phlox whimpers. T'Pol tells him that they have a medical emergency. "Emergency?" Phlox asks. "Then call the doctor." T'Pol reminds him that he's the doctor. Phlox realizes this, and tries to sit up. "Who's sick?" Phlox asks. "Ensign Mayweather," T'Pol tells him. "Who??" Phlox asks, as Mathra scares the crap out of me by yelling, "SHOUT-OUT!" and commencing with a little dance. T'Pol tells him that Maywounded is their erstwhile helmsman, and Phlox insists that he knows who Maywounded is. He looks under his covers and asks where Maywounded is. Scrunchie Face explains that he's in Sick Bay, and once Phlox realizes that they aren't in Sick Bay, he attempts to lunge out of bed. Scrunchie Face has to duck as his feet swing at her face. "To Sick Bay!" Phlox shouts, and falls flat on his face. "I could use some assistance, please," he squeals. Are they going to have him do this every year? He better do it next year -- maybe by popular demand he'll do it more often.