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Previously on Enterprise.

We don't have
a complete casualty list yet.

But 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
that 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.

Elizabeth! Get out of there!

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.

It's been a long road

Gettin' from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

And I will see my dream
Come alive at last

I will touch the sky

And they're not gonna
Hold me down no more

No, they're not gonna change my mind

'Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

We managed to get into
Sections 6 and 7 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%.
- That'll have to do.

We could wait, hang back until we've
had a chance to make more repairs.

Degra's message was clear.
We're to meet him 10 hours from now.

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

Lure us into an ambush
while we're still 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.

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 a letter.

It doesn't have to be long.

Her family deserves to know
what happened to her.

Understood.

You're busy. I'll come back.

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 Armoury
was a higher priority.

We'll see how low a priority I am...

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

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.

Maybe they're running late.

Tactical Alert!

It's a spatial anomaly.
We've entered a dense field.

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.

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 want to 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 did you get?

Pepperoni pizza.

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

- 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?

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.

What the hell?

Tucker to Engineering!
Shut down the auxiliary coolant lines...

between Sections 12 and 14 on E-Deck!

Aye, sir.

Tucker to Sickbay. Medical emergency
on E-Deck, Section 12.

On my way, Commander.

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.

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

But fortunately, you were able to stop
them. By travelling 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.

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 test 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?
- 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, Doc,
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 to Dr. Phlox.

- Yes, Captain.
- I need you in Sickbay.

I'll be right there.

Well, Commander?

- I can 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.

We found him adrift.
Do you recognise his species?

- We've met one of them.
- What caused his death?

Some kind of cellular degeneration.

It started the moment
he was taken off his 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.

That's why his species
built the spheres...

to make our space more 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.

Or 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.

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.
- I 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 on me.

Or that one time I found the 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.

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.

We've been working to reconstruct
our database.

The pounding your ships gave us
didn't help much. Try it now.

I'm going to 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 would take at least...

1,000 starships like Enterprise
to blow up an entire planet.

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

Increase the data resolution.

I assume you were watching the attack,
calculating the blast yields.

Boy, you must have been
pretty damn excited.

I mean, 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 vaporised?

- I had a sister there.
- Commander.

How are the repairs coming?

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 it
from outside.

That's very close to the fire.

We don't have a choice.

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

- Get going.
- I could use a hand.

That'd be me, sir.

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.

Commander! I have a problem.

I think the heat's warped the metal.
The panel won't open.

Use your plasma torch.
I'll be there in a minute.

I'm releasing the interlocks
on the first port.

This is going to take a while.

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

The manifold pressure is increasing.

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

Archer to Trip.

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

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.

- 46 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.

Okay, Malcolm, clockwise 90 degrees.

Nice work, 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.

I hope he'll be all right.

What's one more dead human to you?

Trip.

He had no problem killing
seven million of us.

Seven million and one is
more than you can stomach?

That's enough.

- I guess even Xindi have their limits.
- I said that's enough!

Aye, sir.

We've determined there are 59 of them.

- 78, at our last count.
- 78?

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

I apologise 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 are all connected
by a subspace energy grid.

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

Maybe I can help.

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.

Computer, begin recording.

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.

Computer, start again.

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...

Tactical Alert. All hands to stations.

Report.

We've detected a ship. They've 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?
- He's involved in sensitive negotiations.

With the humans? I suppose the
Council authorised these negotiations.

No one authorised 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 them.

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 armoured.
- At least we'd stand a chance.

Those 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 be dealt with
as the Council sees fit.

He's nearly reached the Reptilians.

He's knocked out
their shield generators.

Fire.

Evasive manoeuvres. 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.

I 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 neighbourly 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 metres...

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

'Cause every time I start,
I hear myself saying...

what a fine young woman she was,
how smart and full of potential.

And I realise 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 seven 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.

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.

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.

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.