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NARRATOR:
Previously on Enterprise:

ARCHER: Whoever built these Spheres
may have done it to create the Expanse.

Why would someone want to create
a web of crippling anomalies?

D'JAMAT:
We believe that it is through prayer

and meditation that the Makers
become manifest.

- The Makers?
- The creator of the Spheres.

The quicker you folks find these Xindi,
the quicker we can get to work.

- Military Assault Command.
- Captain Archer wanted the best.

- I've seen men like Hayes all my life.
- Lieutenant?

That had nothing to do with
who knows Enterprise inside and out.

It has to do with who
the major thinks

is more capable of carrying
out this rescue.

[GRUNTING]

It's only been a day since
we were enemies.

Giving you the coordinates
to a classified installation is difficult.

They're coming in.

The coordinates match the location
of one of the red giants.

[GRUNTS]

Dr. Phlox says we have
to prepare for the possibility

that Trip won't survive.

PHLOX: When implanted with DNA
from another species,

it exactly replicates
that species' life cycle.

It becomes a clone.

You and Trip used to spend
a lot of time together.

T'POL: I was instructing him in
the practice of Vulcan neuro-pressure.

He was really starting to enjoy
those sessions with you.

What's driving me crazy is
I don't know if these feelings are mine

or his.

Malcolm can be a tough man
to get to know, I'll grant you that.

He likes to keep to himself.

- This feel okay?
- AMANDA: Mm-hm.

But you spend enough time
around him,

you come to realize there's no one
you'd rather have watching your back.

I thought you said
you weren't ticklish.

I didn't used to be.

Maybe I'm doing this wrong.

Maybe we should try another position.

Posture? Sure.

Take a seat.

I just get the feeling that whenever
Lieutenant Reed looks at one of us,

he sees the enemy.

I don't think Malcolm thinks
of MACOs as the enemy.

Competition, maybe.

Relax.

This is one of the first pressure
points T'Pol worked on.

Helped me get through
many a night.

Feels great.

Too bad this can't be a part
of our training routine.

You should bring it up with Hayes.

His training regimen hasn't changed
since I joined up.

- Major Hayes likes consistency.
- So does Malcolm.

He told me that
while he was in Starfleet training,

he ate the exact same three meals
every day for a year.

They're definitely cut
from the same cloth.

Maybe that's why they get
along so well.

- How's it feeling?
- Still great.

There.

I feel like I've just had
12 hours sleep.

Well, I guess I did it right.

Well.

That was unexpected.

- Nothing wrong with unexpected.
- No. Um...

With a little warning.

Consider that a little warning
for next time.

ARCHER: Captain's starlog,
December 27, 2153.

Using the coordinates
we got from Degra,

we're en route to the location
of the red giant star

and with any luck,
the Xindi weapon.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Come in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I had a conversation
with Major Hayes this morning.

He wants to put your security team

and all the senior officers
through a series of training drills.

We run drills twice a week.
Senior officers are free to attend.

These would be different.

They'd be conducted by
Major Hayes and the MACOs.

- Sir?
- We're heading into a hostile situation.

We don't know what we're gonna face
when we get there.

My people are ready, sir.

The MACOs' tactics and technology
are two, three years beyond Starfleet's.

Why not let them pass on
some of that expertise?

You don't agree.

The MACOs' expertise comes
from simulated combat,

all conducted on Earth.

On the other hand,
we've fought numerous alien species

on many different worlds.

If anything, we should be giving the
MACOs the benefit of our experience.

Hayes and his men
have gone up against a few aliens

on this mission, including the Xindi.

They've handled themselves
pretty well.

I'd like you to coordinate
the training sessions with the major.

Aye, sir.

Ah. I appreciate your stopping
by so quickly.

What did you want to ask me?

Are you acquainted
with Corporal Amanda Cole?

She's one of the MACOs.

She was in this morning
with a mild headache,

says she's been experiencing it
for a week now.

Every test I ran came back negative.

Frankly, I was mystified
until she mentioned

she was receiving
Vulcan neuro-pressure

from Commander Tucker.

You believe it's causing
her headaches?

Well, I wanted to ask you.

Neuro-pressure's
a highly specialized discipline.

Commander Tucker's only been
receiving it for a couple of months.

I thought it was possible that he might
have misapplied one of its techniques.

- It's possible.
- Mm.

Well, I've already spoken to
Corporal Cole about using caution,

but I was wondering if you might have
a word with Commander Tucker,

perhaps during your next session
with him.

- Gladly.
- Ah.

- Everything all right?
- Yes.

- If there's nothing else...
- Oh, uh...

There is one other thing.

If you find time, perhaps you could
schedule a neuro-pressure session

with Corporal Cole, maybe undo
some of Commander Tucker's work.

Okay, Tuesday, Wednesday
and Friday.

How does 0800 sound?

I prefer to train in the evenings.

- Any reason?
- You get a better workout.

Muscles are looser,
reaction time's quicker.

How about Tuesdays and Fridays
in the morning,

Wednesdays in the evening?

How about Tuesdays and Fridays
in the evenings

and Wednesday in the morning?

- You're not making this very easy.
- I'm not trying to make it difficult.

With all due respect, I think that's
exactly what you're trying to do.

"With all due respect"?

Is that what you call
circumventing my authority?

- I wasn't aware I'd done that.
- What did you think you were doing

when you went to the captain
with this proposal?

You'd have turned me down flat.

You're probably right,
but the decision was mine to make.

I didn't mean to deprive you
of the opportunity.

I think that's exactly
what you meant to do.

Whatever you might think, sir,

my only concern is the successful
outcome of this mission.

As is mine.

Tuesdays and Fridays,
in the evenings.

- What's the problem?
- I can't understand it, captain.

It's like the stars
keep shifting positions.

- What do you mean?
- There. They just did it again.

Maybe it's one of
the navigational sensors.

I've already run two diagnostics.

- I can't find anything wrong.
- T'POL: I think I have the cause.

An unusually strong
gravimetric disturbance,

approximately three light years away.

Let's go take a look.

It appears to be a convergence
of spatial anomalies.

It's more than 700 million kilometers
in diameter.

[COMPUTER PINGS]

Captain, I'm picking up
an intermittent signal. Very faint.

An object approximately
5 meters in length.

Let's see it.

It's just a few hundred meters
from the edge.

I'm reading one biosign.

- Humanoid.
- Could be an escape pod.

Are there any other ships
in the vicinity?

None. The biosigns are very erratic.

Bring the grappler online.

- Try again.
- See if I can compensate.

Travis?

[RUMBLING]

[COUGHS]

We're losing systems
all over the ship.

Helm's not responding.

There are rising levels of ammonium
sulfide in the atmosphere.

Archer to Engineering.

TRIP [OVER COM]:
Commander Tucker.

The helm's not responding.
We need full reverse right away.

I'm on it.

Helm's back online.

- Get us out of here.
- Love to.

We're ready to open the hatch.

PHLOX: He's suffering from a form
of rapid cellular degeneration.

- Do you think you can stop it?
- I don't know yet.

I've managed to revive him,
but he's in a fair amount of pain.

I'm Captain Archer.

You had no right to bring me here.

- We were trying to save your life.
- I didn't ask for your help.

Return me to my ship.

Your vessel
has minimal life support.

You wouldn't last too long
if we took you back.

That's none of your concern.

What was that pod designed to do?

I'm not answering
any of your questions.

You're dying.

We're doing everything
we can for you, but--

Take me back to my ship!

He may be going into shock.

[GRUNTING]

- How's it coming?
- MAYWEATHER: Good, sir.

We're adjusting the nav sensors to
compensate for the gravimetric waves.

Get us under way
as soon as you can.

Just need a day to upload
and test these corrections.

- ARCHER: Learn anything?
- A great deal.

The disturbance appears
to be expanding

at a rate of several kilometers
per second

and its location is exactly equidistant
to five of the Spheres.

Do you think the Spheres
have something to do

with creating this thing?

It's possible.

This planet was once
an inhabited world.

It was engulfed some time ago.

I couldn't find any signs of life.

Maybe the alien we picked up
is the last survivor.

A possibility.

I want you and Trip
to take a look at the pod.

If we can't revive the alien, it may be
our best source of information.

We incorporate elements
from numerous disciplines.

It's extremely effective
in hand-to-hand situations.

What I'd like to do now is break up
into sparring pairs,

run through some of the moves
you just saw.

Let's get started.

[ALL GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

HAYES:
Try the combination.

Nice cross.

Excellent.

Effective combination.

[YELLS THEN GROANS]

You were looking at his hands when
you should've been watching his eyes.

[CHUCKLES]

Good match.

All right,
why don't we take five minutes--

REED:
That's all for today.

HAYES: We still have the
shoulder-throws to cover.

Session is over.

Okay.

For next time, work on your
forearm blocks and the elbow strikes.

Dismissed.

- What was that?
- That was a sparring demonstration.

It was way out of line. That last throw
was completely unnecessary.

He was on his feet.
That made him fair game.

- "Fair game"?
- It's just a little blood, sir.

- No one got hurt.
- These are training sessions, major.

If your men can't understand that

then I'm gonna put a stop to this
right now.

Is that clear?

- Perfectly.
- Jolly good.

I think it's a transmitter.
I just can't pinpoint the frequency.

Dr. Phlox has asked me
to speak with you.

What about?

Corporal Cole has been
experiencing headaches.

The doctor believes they might
be caused

by your neuro-pressure sessions.

She never said anything
about headaches.

Perhaps she didn't want
to worry you.

Why would neuro-pressure
be the cause?

It shouldn't be performed by novices.

If misapplied,
you could cause nerve damage.

I performed it on you plenty of times.

Under my supervision.

I see.

You wanna supervise me
and Corporal Cole?

I think it would simply be best
if you ended the sessions.

These electrodes were collecting
biometric data from the occupant.

Amanda won't be too happy
about ending the sessions.

I'm sure she won't.

What do you mean by that?

I've noticed that you and Corporal Cole
have become somewhat friendly.

Friendly?

Last week you were eating together
in the Mess Hall

and in the training session yesterday,
she touched your behind.

[CHUCKLES]

Ahem.

You've been keeping
a pretty close eye on us.

You're hard to miss.

Look, Amanda and I just share
a lot of interests, that's all.

We both come from Florida--

There's no reason to justify
your behavior.

I'm simply suggesting
you might use some discretion.

Discretion?

It's not appropriate for a senior officer
to fraternize with a subordinate.

She's not Starfleet.
There's nothing inappropriate about it.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

What's wrong?

We need to get this data
to the captain immediately.

There's no mistake.

The pod's hull contains
the exact combination of alloys

we found on the surface
of the Spheres.

You remember
the Triannon creation myth?

They believed the Spheres
were created by divine beings

who would one day
return to the Chosen Realm.

And that the Spheres were reshaping
the Expanse

into a paradise for the faithful.

Perhaps Triannon mythology
has a basis in fact.

It appears the pod was designed
to transmit data

regarding the alien's
physiological status.

I believe he was inserted
into the disturbance

so someone could monitor
his exposure to the environment.

A canary.

On Earth, miners used to take
canaries into the tunnels with them.

If the canary didn't die, the miners
knew the air would be safe to breathe

and they could proceed.

PHLOX:
His condition has worsened.

He's literally disintegrating and there
doesn't seem to be any way to stop it.

I wanna talk to him again.

- I don't even know if I can revive him.
- Find a way.

Captain, this man is dying
a painful death.

To keep him conscious is unethical.

Until I get the answers I need,
we're gonna have to bend a few ethics.

Very well. I'll do what I can.

Notify me when he's conscious.

- Corporal, come in.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- I appreciate your doing this.
- Please, sit down.

Remove your jacket.

I assume Commander Tucker
briefed you

- on the proper breathing techniques.
- He did.

Begin with a deep breath.

Good.

Dr. Phlox did caution you

against any further neuro-pressure
from Commander Tucker?

I got the lecture.

You and Commander Tucker appear
to enjoy each other's company.

We do have a lot in common.

Did he tell you we grew up less than
50 kilometers from each other?

He didn't mention it.

Our high schools were rivals.
We went to the same movie theaters.

- What are the odds?
- Extremely low.

Unfortunately, neither of
our home towns exists anymore.

They were both destroyed
in the attack.

Did you lose any relatives?

My family moved up north
a few years ago.

I was lucky.

Commander Tucker was
greatly affected by his sister's death.

He talks about her a lot.

You're quite fond of him.

What's not to like?

He's a gentleman,
he's great to be around,

and he has very nice arms.

[BONE CRACKS
& AMANDA GASPS]

I apologize.
I'll try not to press so hard.

We developed this specialized
training system at Jupiter Station

a few months ago.

The goal is to hit as many targets
as you can in 10 seconds.

Lieutenant, if you're up for it.

Fall back.

Start him off at level two.

[COMPUTER CHIMES]

Four targets in 10 seconds.

Not bad for a first go.

But you might schedule
a little extra practice time.

Kick it up to level four.

[COMPUTER CHIMES]

Nine hits. That's a mid-range score.

Corporal Cole here has the record:
14 hits at level four.

I was having a lucky day.

HAYES:
Okay, let's do some shooting.

We'll start at level two
and work our way up.

Who would like to go next?

That target practice was something.

Sure looked a lot easier than it was.

You don't say.

Come on, your score got a lot better
as the session went on.

I started picturing Hayes' head
in place of the target.

You two really ought to
declare a truce.

Oh, no, this is a fight to the death.

I guess if I were in your shoes,
I'd be just as upset.

He's determined to take over
the security of this ship, you know.

You really believe that?

Everything he's does
points to the fact.

It could also be that he wants everyone
to be as prepared as possible.

You have to admit,
the extra training isn't such a bad idea.

- Just drop it.
- Okay.

So why don't you tell me
about you and Ms. Cole?

We're friends.

Is everyone on this ship
watching us?

- You're pretty hard to miss.
- That's what T'Pol said.

Is it true she's giving
Amanda neuro-pressure now?

So?

I heard it was damage control
from your tender touch.

T'Pol's just smoothing out
some of the rough spots, that's all.

And why were you giving Amanda Cole
neuro-pressure anyway?

- What's it to you?
- From what I'm told,

it's a pretty intimate procedure
for just friends.

I do it with T'Pol.

Are you implying there's something
going on there as well?

That's the rumor.

Look, for the last time,

there's nothing going on
with any of us,

- between any of us.
- Right.

- You're all just friends.
- That's right.

I guess this Vulcan neuro-pressure
isn't that intimate after all.

Exactly.

In that case,

- I've got a nasty little pain just--
- Just drop it.

ARCHER: We know you were sent
here as some kind of a test subject.

The region of space
where we found you,

what is it?

PHLOX:
His pain medication is wearing off.

- Hold off a second.
- Captain--

I was sent against my will.

I'm not from your part of space.

I come from
a trans-dimensional realm.

- ARCHER: Keep going.
- I don't know why I was sent here.

- ARCHER: I find that hard to believe.
- It's the truth.

I was a prisoner.

Because of my transgressions,

I've spent my entire adult life
inside a cell.

One day,
the guards offered me freedom

if I would participate
in an experiment.

I agreed.

That's all I remember
before I woke up here.

We found you drifting in a pod,

hooked up to banks
of monitoring equipment.

You're telling me
you have no idea why?

The experiment was important to them.
They wouldn't abandon me.

Take me back.

- That's impossible.
- If you don't, I'll die. Please.

What's happening to me?

ARCHER:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

With Travis' adjustments in place,

we've resumed course
for the red giant.

Between all this training
and the extra shifts in Engineering,

I've been looking forward
to this all day.

Sit up.

You aren't saying much tonight.

Don't tell me you're still upset
about me and Amanda.

No, I'm not upset.

- It sure sounds like it.
- You're mistaken.

Why would a few
neuro-pressure sessions

between me and a MACO
be such a big deal?

- Unless...
- Unless what?

Unless you're a little jealous.

I don't experience jealousy.

You're doing a pretty
fair imitation of it.

I am not, in any way,
jealous of you and Corporal Cole.

You know, your voice is tensing up.
It's a dead giveaway.

I didn't know you were an expert
in vocal inflections.

I don't need to be an expert
to read you.

Come on, admit it.
You're a little jealous.

You're implying that
I'm attracted to you.

That kind of goes along
with the assumption, doesn't it?

I think you're mistaken
about who's attracted to whom.

- Are you saying I'm attracted to you?
- I don't need to say it.

- You already have.
- I don't remember that conversation.

It wasn't you, it was your clone.
Sim told me.

- Sim?
- He said he had feelings for me.

- He told you that?
- Standing right there.

What the hell
was he doing in your room?

- Your voice is tensing up.
- Now you're the vocal expert.

I don't need to be
an expert to read you.

I can't believe this.

I'm jealous of myself?

- You're jealous?
- No, absolutely not.

Okay, maybe. Maybe I am a little.

Which would mean
you're attracted to me.

It goes with the assumption.

What just happened here?

Did we? Are we--?

You're not like the others
on this ship.

They're from a different world
than I am.

What are they called,
your two worlds?

Mine is called Denobula.
My shipmates are from Earth.

Am I going to die?

- I'm doing everything I can.
- I'm grateful to you for trying, doctor.

Try to rest.

[GRUNTS]

Oh, you're leaving so soon?

- I don't wanna distract you.
- It's no distraction.

In fact, I could use
a sparring partner.

- If you're up for it.
- Always.

Good forearm-block.

Nice back fist.

Show me the combination.

Faster on that combination.

You're improving.

[GRUNTS]

You wanna keep that left up.

That's it. Stay loose. Excellent.

Ha! You're improving.

See? You were looking at my hands

when you should have been
looking at my eyes.

- Okay, lieutenant.
- Major.

Ah!

- Tell me something.
- What?

Why won't you let me do my job?

Because you're here to enhance
the combat capacity of this crew,

not take over security.

Is that what this is all about?
You think I wanna replace you?

You just can't stand taking orders
from me, can you?

I have no problems taking orders
from you.

After lunar survival training,
I can handle just about anything.

Good sparring with you.

Hayes!

As you were.

- What was that?
- It's a little Klingon move I picked up.

ARCHER [OVER INTERCOM]:
Tactical alert.

Senior officers to their posts.

He's disrupting systems as he goes.
We can use that to track him.

That was the secondary
relay coupling.

He's on B-Deck.

Between the A-1
and A-3 bulkheads.

We're coming up on
Access Tube 17 Baker.

He's moving in your direction.

Can you be any more specific?

- Status!
- REED: Weapons had no effect on him.

He's heading toward
the center of the ship.

Archer to Engineering.

Tucker.

HAYES:
Lieutenant!

[YELLS]

[COMPUTER BEEPING RAPIDLY]

Magnetic containment is fluctuating.

We need to reverse
polarity on the plasma coils.

It will trigger a feedback pulse.

Turn the T-valve all the way
to the left.

HAYES:
All right.

Let's see if you can handle this.

[SCREAMS]

- Morning.
- Commander.

Coffee, strong.

- Some night.
- Eventful.

I don't know who did more damage
to the engine, the alien or Malcolm.

How long before
we can get underway?

Another day, at least.

I guess we should talk
about what happened last night.

I've been briefed on the situation.

Well, I was referring to

what happened between us
in your quarters.

I guess I'll go first.

Actually, why don't you go first?

I suppose I should thank you.

No need to thank me.

For facilitating my exploration
of human sexuality.

I'm not sure I follow.

It's one of the many aspects
of your species

which I've been meaning to explore
since I left the High Command.

[SCOFFS]

Sounds like you're saying last night
was some kind of experiment.

- I wouldn't use that term.
- But that's the general idea.

Are you getting emotional?

No, I'm not getting emotional,

I just don't like being compared
to a lab rat.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

Forget it.

I'd appreciate it
if we could keep this between us.

In fact, we should probably
just forget it ever happened.

Agreed.

Doesn't mean we can't keep
doing the neuro-pressure, though.

Dr. Phlox says
you have a detached retina.

A bruised left kidney.

We're in a dangerous region
of space.

We're trying to stop an alien race
from destroying Earth.

We face attacks from all sides,
enemies everywhere we go.

The last thing I need is to hear
that two of my senior officers

have been admitted to Sickbay
because they suddenly regressed

to the level of 5-year olds!

- Captain--
- Don't try to tell me who started it!

I don't know what the problem is
between you two,

and to tell you the truth, I don't care,
but I want it settled right now.

Settle it!

That's an order!

- There's no problem, captain.
- It's settled, sir.

- How are the drills going?
- Good, sir.

Very good, sir.

[COM BEEPS]

- Archer.
- PHLOX: Please come to Sickbay.

The alien has
regained consciousness.

On my way.

Think we're dismissed?

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.

You weren't sent here
against your will.

You knew exactly
what your mission was.

What were your people trying to do?

You tried to destroy my ship. Why?

Answer me!

When the Xindi destroy Earth,

my people will prevail.