Horizon. Hands down, this:
(Travis sitting upside down in the "sweet spot," crying. Enter Archer, looking up.)
ARCHER: Mind if I join you?
TRAVIS: Of course not.
(Archer drifts to sit upside down on the ceiling, next to Travis.)
ARCHER: I haven't been up here since we launched. Come here a lot?
TRAVIS: Every now and then.
ARCHER: Commander Tucker told me what happened. I'm sorry.
TRAVIS: My mother sent a message to Starfleet six weeks ago, but I never got it.
ARCHER: The civilian channels can be pretty slow.
TRAVIS: I should have called him. We were in comm. range a few months ago. I guess I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. He wasn't very happy with me when I joined Starfleet. He'd been grooming me for his job since I was kid.
ARCHER: I'm sure it wasn't easy for him when you left, but I know for a fact that he was proud of you.
TRAVIS: With all respect, sir, I'm not so sure he was.
ARCHER: Did he ever tell you about the letter he sent me? It was almost two and a half years ago. There were a few candidates I was looking at for helm officer. I was having a little trouble deciding, so I contacted their former COs hoping for a more personal evaluation.
TRAVIS: What did he say?
ARCHER: He wrote the shortest recommendation. Just one sentence. He said he'd never met a more natural stick and rudder man in his life and I'd be a fool if I didn't choose you. When I saw how you handled yourself at the helm, I knew he was right.
TRAVIS: I wish he would have told me that.
Next: The Breach