Enterprise continues to fire at Sphere 41. "T'Pol! T'Poool!" Phlox bawls warningly. "All right!" T'Pol freaks, and tells May-Rainy-Day-Woman-#12 to get them out of there. Trip pleads them to wait a minute since he's almost there. "You don't HAVE a minute, Commander!" Phlox growls. "Then give me ten seconds, I'm telling you, I've got it!" Trip shouts, still looking into the Vulcan Viewfinder. Elsewhere on the ship, the Golden Girls continue to fist the ship. "That's it -- time's up!" Phlox growls again. "It shore is," Trip says, and pushes a button. Sphere 41 starts to collapse. It slowly shrivels up like a crushed ball of tin foil. "Now, Mr. Mayweather!" T'Pol calls. Again, there's that "Mister." Enterprise takes off. Sphere 41 continues to shrink down to nothing until it implodes and sends a lightning bolt of energy out. The bolt zaps on over to another sphere and crushes it until it sends another bolt to another sphere. The effects are awesome. I firmly believe that implosion is the new explosion for special effects. On Enterprise the Golden Girls experience hot flashes, but quiver out of the dimension before they can take their Estrovent. T'Pol reports that the network of spheres is being destroyed. "Looks like were getting out of this soup faster than we thought!" May-Cloudy-with-a-Chance-of-Meatballs announces. The lens on the ship is no longer red. Phlox smiles. By the way, Phlox's skin has looked completely normal throughout this whole ordeal.