Enterprise. Sickbay. Phlox composes an audio letter asking a friend to dispense with various articles of his property. T'Pol walks in and wonders what he's doing. Phlox cheerfully explains that Dr. Lucas offered to make sure his affairs were in order in the event of them not being on the "success" side of successful. "I've always found it distracting to think of death especially when entering a dangerous situation," T'Pol says. Honey, they way you've been written, you find it distracting just to breathe around those implants. Phlox bobbles his head happily and says, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst!" and goes on that Denobulans really like to make out their wills. Is there anything Denobulans don't like? T'Pol reminds him that they aren't dead yet. May-Rainy-Day-Woman-#35 comms that they are approaching Sphere 41. "Take us out of warp," T'Pol CRACK WHORES. Fiddling with the prescription he gave her to keep the crew alive, she turns to look at Phlox. "Hope for the best, Doctor," she says, and leaves.
Bridge. May-Rainy-Day-Woman-#35 reports that the anomaly cluster has grown. Phlox announces that he punched up his neuro-lyptic compound, but advises they stay in the anomaly for no more than fifteen minutes. As he says this, the camera randomly focuses in on the reaction of an extra. That was weird. T'Pol gives orders: Phlox to release the compound, Trip to charge the deflector, and May-Rainy-Day-Woman-#35 to set a course.