[There's some fumbling before Trip actually starts talking, and you are being treated to a yawn as well. He's still hanging out in the infirmary, but he's finally up and about from his coma. c:]

Well, that was one helluva nap.

Jim, you still around? ... Both of you now, I guess. Better start gettin' in the habit of usin' last names or somethin'.

[And another yawn.] I miss anythin' interestin' while I was out?

[Private to T'Pol]

You alright?

... And I hope you remembered to feed Archer. [Teasing, he's teasing. He knows you're responsible.]

[Filtered to Jim's Sherlock and Watson]

So, you're all from Jim's universe, right? Got anythin' you want me to know about right off the bat?

How about next time we have a ball game, we try somethin' like water polo? The pool's big enough for that, right?

Of course, I really only know one guy who was all that into it, so I guess maybe somethin' like soccer'd go over better, but guess I'm gettin' kinda homesick about certain stuff, and havin' my ear chewed off about Stanford's chances against the University of Texas in the finals wasn't ever all that bad ta begin with. Weird what stuff ya end up missin' and what ya don't.

[Private to Ray]

So, looks like we're gonna be seein' a lot more of each other. I'm Commander Charles Tucker the Third, but everyone calls me Trip.

If anyone else missed the memo, yeah, Vince is gone. And yeah, he mighta been kinda hard to get along with, but he wasn't such a bad guy. [Not that Trip got to know him well at all or anything, so after kind of a frustrated sigh, he changes the topic.]

But this means I've had two inmates in about two months. I doubt that's some kinda Barge record, but it's startin' ta make me wonder how long this kinda thing takes ta actually get right.

Just outta curiosity, how many pairings has everyone else been through before gettin' one that lasts longer then a coupla weeks? There some kinda median, or just really luck of the draw or somethin'?

This is the last time I ever head down for port without knowin' well in advance that it's gonna be higher then ninety degrees and dry. Deserts and I don't get along, especially when there're monsters tryin' ta hunt me down and eat me for dinner.

What's the point of all this anyways? Did anyone actually learn somethin' from this whole thing, or did we just decide ta never stop over at that particular universe again? 'Cause the way I see it, this isn't exactly boldly goin' where no man has gone before, and I'm not really sure how it's supposed ta help out our inmates or bring ourselves closer ta graduation or somethin'.

Do we ever get advanced warnin', or is it always just have fun, good luck?

[Private to T'Pol]

There's somethin' I forgot ta mention. If my inmate asks? We're married.

[Private to Vince]

How've you been? Haven't heard anythin' too bad went down on the Barge while we were gone.

So, what's the consensus everybody's got? Flood, freak accident, hull breach, Admiral just havin' fun... Just outta curiosity. Seems like no one really got off the hook on this one.

[Private to Vince]

I'm still around. How're you doin'?