"It's my fault, isn't it?" Malcolm asked forlornly, staring at Trip as he watched T'Pol walk away. Trip looked at him curiously, his eyes squinting as he tried to figure out what Malcolm meant.

"Huh?" he said eloquently, staring at the other man.

"It was my comments, when we thought we were going to die - about her bum - wasn't it?" he demanded. Trip continued to stare.

"Do you need to go see Doctor Phlox?" Trip asked him, sheer confusion across his face.

"Dammit, man are you deaf and blind?" Malcolm shouted, losing his temper. "I'm talking about the way you're looking at Subcommander T'Pol's bum as she walked away!" He belatedly noticed that there were several others staring at them now, and he winced.

He was walking back to his quarters when he felt a peculiar sensation before blacking out in the hallway. When he woke, he found himself stuffed into Shuttlepod One, alone this time and locked in. Through the window, he could see he was still on Enterprise, but he was locked in the bloody pod and he was - naked?

"It was a bloody accident!" he shouted in frustration.