Hoshi walks down corridors and gets ignored by several crewmen. A person could really start to develop a complex with that kind of treatment. Hoshi gets in a turbolift, but the buttons don't respond to her touch. She starts to hear distant voices that seem to be Malcolm and Trip telling her she "can do it" and that it's as "easy as one, two, three." "What?" she asks. Another crewman gets on the turbolift, doesn't look at her, and pushes the buttons to make the turbolift go.

Sick Bay. Hoshi complains some more to Phlox that she thinks she's going all Ensign Ro and Geordi, citing the fact that people are ignoring her, Quantum replaced her on the Bridge, the turbolift had selective hearing, she doesn't like her reflection, and water seems to pass through her in the shower rather than bounce off her. After some lip-service to the transporter being new technology that is natural to be wary of, Phlox takes more scans, again tells her she's fine, and recommends she take a mild sedative. "Mild"? Hell, I just popped a handful of Vicodin and washed it down with a bottle of brandy-spiked Nyquil to keep myself from picking the paint off my walls in abject ennui. "It will help you get a good night's sleep," Phlox explains. Sleep Anvil Number Four is clear for landing. "Phlox should just go over and administer a good hard pinch," Mathra advises. Hoshi declines the pill pop, saying the last thing she needs is medicated sleep. That's the only kind of sleep I like. I wish I were medicatedly sleeping now. Phlox tells her to stop by in the morning. "First thing," Hoshi agrees, and thanks him. She's able to open the Sick Bay doors manually, and Phlox gives her a "See? Told you so" look.