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NARRATOR:
Previously on Enterprise:

REED:
We don't have a complete casualty list yet.

So far the news isn't good.

Five people are confirmed dead,
dozens wounded.

If you destroy Earth
you won't just be eliminating my species,

you'll be eliminating your own.

Do you have any idea
why they released you?

I think I may have gotten through
to one of them.

Degra.

We were told the Reptilians
attempted to build a bio-weapon.

Who told you this?

We've also learned that they were building
this bio-weapon in the past, on Earth.

When I was exposed to trellium,

it affected me
in a way I wasn't prepared for.

I discovered
I was able to access certain emotions.

I wanted more.

I devised a way to inject it
into my bloodstream.

You must have known
it was dangerous.

Trellium exposure
is deadly to Vulcans.

TRIP:
Elizabeth. Get out of there!

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

ARCHER:
We're in bad shape. I can't deny that.

But we're still in one piece.

Enterprise is a tough ship.

She took more than anyone
could ask her to,

and then some.

And so have all of you.

I wanted to say thank you.

I only wish I could thank
the 18 crewmen who were lost.

Like you,

they understood
how important our mission is

and they accepted the risks.

We came into the Expanse
not knowing what we'd find.

With no one to rely on
but ourselves.

But we're going to succeed...

to accomplish our mission...

for everyone on Earth
who's relying on us...

and for the 18.

We managed to get
into Sections Six and Seven on C-Deck.

We found Taylor and Kamata.

That accounts for everyone.

What's our status on weapons?

Mr. Reed has both forward
phase-cannons

back online, in addition
to the aft torpedo launchers.

- Hull plating is up to 80 percent.
- That'll have to do.

We could wait,

hang back until we've had a chance
to make more repairs.

T'POL:
Degra's message was clear.

We're to meet him
ten hours from now.

- And I don't intend to be late.
- TRIP: Maybe that's what he's counting on.

Lure us into ambush
while licking our wounds.

I've made my decision.

We have a lot of work to do.
I suggest we get to it.

Aye, sir.

Commander.

Crewman Taylor was one of yours,
wasn't she?

She was an EPS
control specialist.

Damn good one.

I'd like you to write a letter
to her family.

Um...

She worked on Rostov's team.
I can ask him.

I asked you.

I'm barely holding the ship together.
I don't have time to sit down and write.

It doesn't have to be long.

Her family deserves to know
what happened to her.

Understood.

You're busy.
I'll come back.

Uh-uh-uh. Have a seat.

I'll have to use a hand scanner.

The imaging chamber
is still off-line.

Commander Tucker reassigned
the repair team that was working here.

He said the Armory
was a higher priority.

We'll see how low in priority I am

the next time he burns his fingers
on a plasma conduit. Ah.

Ah. You've experienced
no further withdrawal symptoms?

None.

I'm only detecting trace amounts
of trellium in your system.

Hardly worth mentioning.

That's good news.

What is it?

These emotions...

have grown more difficult
to control.

My usual techniques for suppressing them
haven't been effective.

On Earth, there's a cautionary tale

about the dangers
of releasing a magical creature

called a genie from a bottle.

Once it's out,
it's extremely difficult to put back in.

Are you saying these emotions
may never subside?

You used trellium for three months.

It caused significant damage
to your neural pathways.

You may have to learn to live
with these emotions.

We're approaching the coordinates,
captain.

Right on schedule.

No ships out there, sir.

Hoshi?

Scanning all frequencies.

Nothing so far.

MAYWEATHER:
Maybe they're running late.

[RUMBLING]

- ARCHER: Tactical alert.
- It's a spatial anomaly.

We've entered a dense field.

[RUMBLING]

Tucker to the Bridge.

- This is not the best time for this.
- Stand by, Trip.

Reports of injuries on B-Deck.

No one's out there, sir.

- Get us out of here.
- Aye, sir.

Captain.

We're receiving a transmission.

It's Degra.
He's telling us to follow him.

- Stay with him, Travis.
- Aye, sir.

They're hailing us.

DEGRA [OVER COM]:
I see you found my message.

We have a great deal to discuss
and I don't have much time.

Come aboard my ship.

If we'd left you with the Reptilians

they would have killed you.

Degra arranged for the Aquatics
to return you to your ship.

Then you also called off the attack
on Enterprise.

The Reptilians weren't very pleased
about that either.

You've taken a big risk.

If you're telling the truth,
the future of my people is at stake.

Everything I've told you is true.

Forgive me...

but the Council
will need more than your word.

Perhaps you can demonstrate
your ability to time travel.

That might be a bit

difficult.

But if you come aboard my ship,

I can give you
all the proof you want.

Very well.

But there are some things
I wanna know first.

Such as?

When will your weapon be launched?

The precise date
hasn't been determined yet.

Weeks? Days?

- That's up to the Council.
- I'm trying to help you,

but I need to know my world
isn't being destroyed while I'm doing it.

The weapon won't be launched
for several days.

Show us your proof

and we'll do what we can to stop it.

What'd you get?

- Pepperoni pizza.
- Hm.

Don't worry,
you can pick the pepperoni off.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

T'POL:
Damage reports?

No.

The captain wants me to write a letter
to Crewman Taylor's family.

I'm sure they'll appreciate that.

Their daughter's dead.

Do you really think they'll care
what I have to say?

[TRIP SIGHS]

When was the last time you slept?

I don't know, not since the attack.

That was two days ago.

All right then, two days.

Go to your quarters.

Get some sleep.

Believe me, I'd love to.

I could order you.

I don't have time.

We're full of holes. The only thing
keeping us flying is a stolen warp coil,

and now I've got to write this letter.

[RUMBLING]

What the hell?

MAN:
Fire!

[GRUNTING]

Tucker to Engineering.

Shut down the auxiliary coolant lines
between Sections...

- Twelve and 14 on E-Deck.
- MAN [OVER COM]: Aye, sir.

Tucker to Sickbay.

Medical emergency on E-Deck,
Section 12.

PHLOX [OVER COM]:
On my way, commander.

[BEEPING]

TRIP:
Reactor pressure's holding.

Good thing I wasn't taking a nap.

Damron.

Friend of yours?

A colleague of sorts.

They're the ones we found on Earth,
in the past.

And this is the result
of your finding them?

They were about to release a bio-weapon
that would have decimated the population.

Reptilians felt a toxin
would be more effective on your species.

Damron and his team disappeared shortly
after the Council rejected his proposal.

ARCHER: Apparently, they decided to go
ahead without your Council's approval.

But fortunately,
you were able to stop them,

by traveling back through time.

I already told you,

we had help, just like they did.

This proves nothing.

How do we know
he didn't capture them in the present?

You need more evidence.

[DOOR OPENS]

[BEEPING]

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[WHIRRING AND BEEPING]

They had this with them.

We destroyed the toxin, but my doctor
kept a sample of it in stasis.

This appears to be Xindi technology.

But I'd like to have our engineers
confirm it.

Have them come aboard,
perform whatever tests they'd like.

This proves nothing except
the Reptilians disobeyed the Council,

which comes as no great surprise.

But you also claim that we've been misled
by trans-dimensional aliens.

Where is your evidence of that?

Come with me.

There's a microfracture in the magnesium
jacket. That's why it ruptured.

- I ran a pressure test.
- Tell it to the man lying in Sickbay.

- Test them again, all of them.
- Aye, sir.

- Commander?
- I'm a little busy, doc.

So it seems.

I understand you haven't slept
since the attack.

- T'Pol tattling on me now?
- Well, she's worried about you.

Well, I appreciate that,

but I'm trying to hold this ship together
with spit and baling wire.

Has it occurred to you that we'll be far
worse off if you collapse from exhaustion?

Your concern is duly noted
but I got to get back to work.

I don't believe so.

- Come again?
- I'm relieving you of duty.

You will go to your quarters and not return
to your post before 0500 tomorrow.

Six hours?

Please don't make me involve security.

ARCHER [OVER COM]:
Archer to Dr. Phlox.

- Yes, captain?
- I need you in Sickbay.

Be right there.

Well, commander?

I could give you two hours.

I believe the number was six.

If I'm gone longer than three, there may
not be a ship here when I get back.

Four, not a minute less.

Done.

And remind me
never to buy a car from you.

Captain's waiting for you.

I'm aware of that.

Well...

Good night then.

ARCHER:
We found him adrift.

Do you recognize his species?

We've met one of them.

What caused his death?

Some kind of cellular degeneration.

Started the moment
he was taken off ship.

Perhaps your atmosphere
was toxic to him.

I believe our universe
was toxic to him.

His species evolved
in a different dimension,

under a different set
of physical laws.

He simply couldn't exist here.

ARCHER:
That's why his species built the Spheres.

To make our space compatible
for themselves.

We believe he was a test subject
sent here

to see if they were succeeding.

And if they are, you're saying the Expanse
will no longer be compatible for us.

For any of us.

We're destined
to form an alliance to stop them.

But if you destroy Earth,
that'll never happen.

You'll be condemning your own race
to extinction.

WOMAN:
Trouble sleeping, sir?

Taylor.

You were killed.

This whole section decompressed.

Did you find a sealed compartment?

No.

Then how--?

You're dead.

And I'm dreaming.

The letter, how's it going?

I got as far as...

"I regret to inform you."

That's a little dry, sir.

You're not real.

You don't have to call me "sir."

So, what's the problem?

The letter doesn't have to be long,
the captain told you that.

You can't think of anything.

Wish it was that simple.

I served on Enterprise
for three years.

You pulled me off the Saratoga
to be on your team.

Captain Brody was pretty angry at you.

I forgot about that.

You told me I'd make
a fine chief engineer someday.

You will.

You would have.

Then tell my parents that.

Tell them about the practical jokes
Rostov used to play,

or that one time I found a glitch
in the injector assembly

that everyone else missed.

Tell them how hard I worked.

Tell them how much you liked me.

Why can't you look at me?

Just remember me.

Is that asking so much?

Yes.

Why?

These tests only confirm the equipment
belonged to the Reptilians.

There's also evidence
of chronometric distortion, time travel.

The readings
could have been fabricated.

You're determined not to trust him.

No more than you seem to be determined
to believe whatever he says.

Now I admit,

Archer's evidence is intriguing,

but we barely know this human.

Our contact from the future
has helped us many times.

She brought this Council together.

And you've never wondered whether
she might have an agenda of her own?

I'm not a fool, Degra.

All I'm saying is that it'll take a little more
than a few chronometric distortions

to turn the Council against her.

- Captain Archer is expecting me.
- More evidence?

He claims to know a great deal
about the Spheres.

Degra...

I know you've had doubts
about building the weapon.

Don't let them cloud your judgment.

T'POL: We've been working
to reconstruct our database.

TRIP: The pounding your ships gave us
didn't help much.

Try it now.

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

TRIP: I'm gonna reset
the optical subprocessors.

That might clear it up.

When we slipped
through your detection grid,

we got a look
at the weapon you're building.

An impressive piece of engineering.

Hell,

it'd take at least

a thousand starships like Enterprise
to blow up an entire planet.

You know,

I'd like to see the telemetry from the probe
you launched against Earth.

Increase the data resolution.

[BEEPING]

I assume you were watching the attack,

calculating the blast yields.

Boy,

you must have been
pretty damn excited.

I mean, heh, heh,

that beam cut one hell of a swath
through Florida.

That's the name of one of the places
you destroyed. Florida.

Commander.

Did you actually see
the cities burning, the houses,

the people being vaporized?

- I had a sister there.
- Commander.

ARCHER:
How are the repairs going?

Just need a few more minutes,
captain.

Why don't you join me in my Ready Room
until they're finished.

Let's stick to the job at hand.

Aye, sir.

The captain
is trying to gain Degra's trust.

It's one
of the warp plasma conduits.

It must have ruptured
when our sensors were off-line.

Perhaps my crew can help.

We'll handle it.

We'll need to shut down
the main plasma feeds.

The flow regulators are damaged.

There are manual cut-offs
here and here,

but we can only access them
from outside.

That's very close to the fire.

[RUMBLING]

We don't have a choice.

If we don't get control of it fast,
it'll spread to the reactor.

- Get going.
- TRIP: I could use a hand.

That'd be me, sir.

[ALARM BEEPING]

Open that panel,

and I'll talk you
through the cut-off sequence.

- Where's the other valve?
- Over there.

I need to open
the emergency bypass ports first.

You can't close your valve until I release
the pressure from the secondary lines.

REED:
Commander.

I have a problem.

I think the heat's warped the metal.

The panel won't open.

TRIP:
Use your plasma torch.

I'll be there in a minute.

I'm releasing the interlocks
on the first port.

This is gonna take a while.

Careful you don't cut
through the bypass relays, Malcolm.

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

T'POL:
The manifold pressure is increasing.

We have less than six minutes
before the fire reaches the reactor shield.

Archer to Trip.

- You've got less than six minutes.
- Understood.

[RUMBLING]

You okay, Malcolm?

I'm almost there.

Captain.

The temperature in Lieutenant Reed's suit
is over 44 degrees.

He's too close to the fire.
His EV suit can't compensate.

Malcolm,

get back to the airlock.

I'm almost finished, captain.

That's an order.

Get inside, Malcolm.
I can wrap it up.

I'm opening the primary bypass port.

Two more to go
and we're in business.

- Forty-six degrees.
- Malcolm.

I'm sorry, sir.

You're breaking up.

Get inside, Malcolm.
I can finish.

There's no time.

Do what you have to do
so I can shut this down.

A few more seconds.
I'm purging the last port.

The forward valve is closed.

TRIP:
Okay, Malcolm, clockwise 90 degrees.

[REED GRUNTING]

Nice work, Malcolm.

Malcolm?

Malcolm.

Tucker to Dr. Phlox.

Meet us in the airlock.

We need to bring his body temperature
down. Let's get him to Sickbay.

ARCHER:
Yeah. All right.

I hope he'll be all right.

- What's one more dead human to you?
- ARCHER: Trip.

TRIP:
You had no problem killing 7 million of us,

but 7 million and one
is more than you can stomach?

- Enough.
- I guess even Xindi have their limits.

I said that's enough!

Aye, sir.

ARCHER:
We've determined there are 59 of them.

Seventy-eight at our last count.

ARCHER:
Seventy-eight?

We've had more time to study them
than you have.

I apologize for Mr. Tucker.

I never expected to meet anyone
who'd suffered because of what I'd done.

At the time, I thought the attack
was necessary to save my people.

I know.

Believe it or not,
we've had this conversation before.

That's right.

Our escape from prison together.

The Reptilians are correct
about one thing, captain.

You have an impressive facility
for deception.

Erasing your memory probably
wasn't the best way to earn your trust.

Probably not.

They're all connected
by a subspace energy grid.

Unfortunately, our data on the Spheres'
interiors is extremely limited.

Maybe I can help.

[BEEPING]

How did you get this?

The first Sphere we came across
was damaged.

There was a breach
in the outer shell.

We've never been able
to gain access to one.

These scans are remarkably detailed
for a military vessel.

Enterprise was designed
to be a ship of exploration.

If we're successful,

it will be again.

TRIP:
Computer, begin recording.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Taylor,

I regret to inform you that your daughter
was killed in the line of duty.

She was a fine engineer,

and she died performing her duties.

Computer, stop recording.

Delete that.

[SIGHS]

Computer, start again.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Taylor,

as Jane's commanding officer,

it's with deepest regret
that I inform you of her death.

She was a diligent engineer.

Very hard-working--

REED [OVER COM]:
Tactical alert. All hands to stations.

Report.

We've detected a ship.
Just passed through the cloaking barrier.

On-screen.

Reptilians.

Did you invite anyone else?

We masked our warp trail.

I don't know how they found us.

Where is Degra?

JANNAR:
He's involved in sensitive negotiations.

With the humans?

I suppose the Council authorized
these negotiations.

No one authorized
the development of a bio-weapon,

but that didn't deter your colleagues
from creating one.

Undock from the human vessel
immediately.

He intends to seize
the human vessel.

He'll destroy both our ships
if we don't comply.

- Stand by.
- Degra--

I said, stand by.

We don't stand a chance against them,
not in the shape we're in.

What kind of weapons do you have?

You expect me to attack
a Reptilian warship?

If we work together,
we might be able to disable him.

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

They're charging weapons.

Are you familiar
with the design of that ship?

I did some work
on their power systems.

Then you know
where they're vulnerable,

where to target our weapons.

Their ship is heavily armored.

At least we'd stand a chance.

The Reptilians are Xindi.

You're asking me
to attack my own people.

Proceed to our starboard docking port.

I want your word
that my crew won't be punished.

You'll all be dealt with
as the Council sees fit.

He's nearly reached the Reptilians.

He's knocked out
their shield generators.

Fire.

[THUMPING]

ARCHER:
Evasive maneuvers.

Keep firing.
Target their weapons.

Their weapons are down.

Degra was spot on,
knew exactly where to hit them.

Open a channel to Degra.

Sir. He's charging weapons.

The Reptilian ship
has been destroyed.

Captain, Degra's hailing us.

They would have contacted the Council,
and exposed our alliance.

I had no choice.

Crewman Rostov said
I'd find you here.

Repair crews are starting tomorrow.
Thought I'd try and get them some power.

These assemblies
are all fused together.

I've spent the last hour
trying to isolate the damaged relays.

You might find this useful.

Portable power cells.

Courtesy of our new Xindi friends?

Damn neighborly of them.

Is there anything
I can help you with?

Not unless
you can resurrect the dead.

Crewman Taylor had a real knack
for this kind of thing.

But Taylor's not here, is she?

And neither is Crewman Kamata,

or Ensign Marcel or a dozen others,

so forgive me

if I don't want
the damn power cells!

We found Taylor over there.

Outside her quarters.

She was probably trying
to get to her station.

If she'd made it a few more meters,

I wouldn't be trying to write
this damn letter.

Because every time I start,

I hear myself saying

what a fine young woman she was,

how smart and full of potential...

And I realize...

I'm not thinking about Taylor
at all.

I'm thinking about Elizabeth.

There's so many people dead.

I tried not to see her any differently
than the other 7 million.

So I've spent
the last nine months

trying to pretend
she was just another victim.

But she's my sister, T'Pol.

My baby sister.

[TRIP SOBBING]

I envy you Vulcans.

You think that the loss of a colleague

or a friend doesn't affect us?

It does.

But if we give in to those emotions,

they overwhelm us.

You're the ones to be envied.

[TRIP SIGHS]

You need to speak to the Council.

With the evidence you've shown me,
they'll have no choice

but to take us seriously.

Even the Reptilians?

I'm more concerned
about the Aquatics.

They can be somewhat enigmatic.

But if we can sway them,

we'll have a majority on our side.

These are the coordinates
of the Council chamber.

This is nearly a dozen light years away.
It'll take us weeks to get there.

There's a shorter route,
a subspace corridor.

It's located in a nebula less than
half a light year from here.

That will show your helmsman
how to get through it.

I'll meet you at the far end
in three days.

Will it be soon enough
to stop the weapon?

I'll do everything I can
to delay it.

Use caution
when you enter the nebula.

A hostile species is known to prey
on ships that approach it.

Thanks for the warning.

See you in three days.

Three days.

Computer, begin recording.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Mr. and Mrs. Taylor,

by the time you get this

Starfleet will have already told you
about Jane.

Since I worked so closely with her...

I wanted to add
my personal condolences.

I have to confess,
I've been putting off writing this for a while.

I convinced myself

that my duties on Enterprise
took precedence.

But the truth is...

I didn't want to face the fact
that someone so young,

with so much promise,

could just be gone.

But I'm facing it now.

And I find myself thinking

how important she was to me.

She was a great engineer.

And she was my friend.

She won't be forgotten.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.