INT. ARCHER'S QUARTERS - NIGHT
Sam Beckett, still in Archer's dress uniform, comes in, pulling at his collar. He looks tired. Porthos, waiting on the bed, jumps up to greet him. As Sam pets the dog, Al walks
through the closed door into Archer's quarters. Porthos starts barking at Al, who makes a face, irritated.
AL: Kids and dogs. We really have to fix that someday. Hasn't that mutt gotten used to me yet? It's been ten years.
SAM: Must be your sparkling personality.
He goes to his dresser. In the mirror's reflection, Jon Archer looks back at him.
SAM: Why haven't I leaped, Al? I thought Ziggy said that Federation thing was what I was here to establish. That speech I just gave--
Al pounds on the interface, as Ziggy squeaks back at him.
AL: Ziggy's checking. (reads) Looks like it wasn't the Federation after all.
SAM: You're telling me I've been here ten years and we still don't know what I'm here for? You're worse than that Daniels guy.
Al punches buttons on the handlink.
AL: C'mon, Ziggy...
SAM: (thinks) Maybe I'm supposed to fix Shran's timeline. It makes no sense it all that a man as honorable and noble as Shran would become a jewel thief...
AL: Wait, Ziggy is saying now... (reads)...it's Commander Tucker.
SAM (sadly): But...how? Trip already committed suicide. I still don't understand it. He was the most resourceful guy on this ship. A real miracle worker. But when those Keystone Kops aliens got on the ship, why did he pull that bonehead move and blow himself up to stop them? Well, maybe it was because Malcolm was carousing with the MACOs in the mess hall and not guarding the ship at all, but still...
AL: That's what Ziggy is saying. You're supposed to keep him from dying. He and T'Pol are going to have a hybrid baby that will help quell Earth's xenophobia and usher us into a new era of interspecies cooperation.
SAM: Can we bring the E2 home too? I mean, Archer's great-granddaughter was on that ship.
AL: Ziggy says, what the hell, let's give it a shot.
SAM (rubs his hands together): When do we start? What do I do?
AL: (reads his handlink) Bad news, Sam. Looks like you're going to have to contact Daniels again...
SAM: Daniels? Aw, crap...
AL: ... and go back in time six years. And keep Tucker and T'Pol from breaking up.
SAM: (brightens) That'll be no problem. That breakup was the stupidest thing that ever happened to them. Worse than Koss!
Porthos grabs the handlink away from Al and rushes off with it.
AL: Not again! Can't you control your dog?!
SAM: He's not MY dog. He's Archer's dog.
AL: Details. (rushes after Porthos) C'mon, boy. How about some cheese?...
SAM: Oh, boy...
