(Archer hits the computer screen in frustration) Computer: Any damage to these facilities will be charged to your vessel.
[Sickbay] PHLOX: Computer, begin recording. Subject's name, Ensign Travis Mayweather. Human male. Weight: 72 kilograms. Age: 26 Earth years. Far too young to be on this table. Cellular decay suggests that death occurred at approximately 2330 hours. Preliminary cause of death: ventricular fibrillation induced by an isolytic shock. The vascular system appears to have functioned as a conduit for the discharge. The musculature shows extensive necrosis along the conductive pathway. There are subcutaneous burns over approximately 12% of the body. The right phalanges and metacarpus exhibit signs of multiple thermal fractures. Computer, pause. Ensign? This is not an ideal time.
Hoshi: I was hoping it was another one of his practical jokes. Travis called me down to decon a few weeks ago. He said that he brought some kind of gelatinous lifeform aboard. He said it might be sentient, that the Captain needed me to figure out how to communicate with it.
Hoshi: There was no lifeform. It was only strawberry gelatine. I told him I was going to get him back. I'm sorry.
PHLOX: It might comfort you to know he felt very little pain. An isolytic shock instantly impairs the nerves. Hmm...that's odd.
Malcolm: No. It doesn't look like Travis used the comm. system last night. Crewman Hayes says she passed him on his way to the launch bay but they didn't speak. She said he seemed to be in quite a hurry.
Reed: It's a letter to his sister. It was on the monitor when I came in. I'm afraid there isn't much here. He mentions something about cancelling breakfast with him.
Reed: Sub-Commander T'Pol's working on it, but it could take some time. Cargo ships aren't always easy to track down.