He stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist while feeling ridiculous about modesty of it. He was clean, but his clothes were rui...ed. Nothing gets out blood, he thought. The clock told him it was now a quarter past four in the morning; not much time to get situated before sunrise. Should he just stay here for the day? It probably wasn't smart to sleep at a crime scene, but where else could he go?He glanced at the bedroom door, still open a crack. The carpet at the threshold. "I'll bring the crew over tomorrow just after first light and get onto joining the No3 hatch to your dock. You might want to take a holiday for a few days. We have a pre-fab tunnel we'll put in. It's got the iris gates at each end. Suit?" They shook hands and Denny and McCock returned to the No4 hatch; Slow went off with Toby to inspect the No2 suite.When the Flock re assembled in the Rec Room during 2nd day, the subject was the possible vacation. Polack and Slow volunteered to cover the time. There were many people of his acquaintance who would appreciate knowledge of his find, but an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy had him discount all the males. He had a confidante in Diana, a curator working at the Smithsonian, who had spent her life studying ancient works of art. Jiri considered her a confidante; but none of their confidences concerned affairs of the heart. She was a confidante in the mysteries of the purchase and attainment of cultural artifacts, which certainly had its own. "Why did I expect that?" Archer asked with a chuckle.The Andorians antennae wiggled in amusement, although not quite as enthusiastically as on previous occasions.Hoshi and Keslak entered sickbay and saw Dr. Phlox checking the readouts of one of the rescued Vulcans' biosigns. The good Doctor looked worried."Doctor," Hoshi introduced her guest. "This is healer Keslak. He has just arrived on Commander Shrans ship to help with the injured Vulcans." Welcome in sickbay, I am Doctor Phlox," the portly.