Episode Report Card Keckler: F | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The Inner Light's Pox-Ridden Bastard Cousin
By Keckler | Season 2 | Episode 10 | Aired on 11.26.2002
Aliens fiddle some more, and in her see-through state, Hoshi watches the aliens from an access shaft. I guess being invisible and capable of walking through walls cures any and all feelings of claustrophobia one might have had several episodes ago. Hoshi attempts to foil their plans by being able (somehow) to disconnect their stuff. She can't push buttons on doors, yet she can interfere with a plasma circuit and disconnect bombs? Maybe Hoshi dreams of being MacGyver. The aliens reconnect their stuff, but Hoshi can't work her magic a second time, so the bombs seem to be primed. Summoning up a transporter pad, the aliens beam out of the scene of the crime. Hearing Reed and Trip's voices telling her, "Come on, Hoshi, come on!" and "It's as easy as one, two --" Hoshi decides to jump on the pad and follow the aliens, although what in the world she was thinking that would accomplish other than putting her on an alien world, I don't even know.
"Three!" Reed finishes as Hoshi arrives in Enterprise's transporter room. Trip compliments Malcolm on his hour-long transporting work and turns to Hoshi: "See, I told you -- piece of cake." Hoshi drops her suitcase on the pad and tries to dart away, saying, "Where are they? We've got to stop them!" Trip stops her, asking who she's talking about. "You heard me? You can hear me? Do you see me?" Hoshi demands desperately. Malcolm "I See Myself In Feria" Reed tells her everything's fine. "It's not fine -- they put a bomb on the warp reactor!" Hoshi tells them, running off again. Trip grabs her and asks who she's talking about. "The aliens from the surface," Hoshi says, trying to get past Trip. "There's no one on the surface -- it's uninhabited!" Trip assures her, making her look at him. "What are you talking about? They kidnapped you and Travis -- we've got to stop them!" Hoshi shrieks. Trip grapples with her and looks at Reed for support. Malcolm tells her the transporter was interrupted by the storms, and he had some trouble reintegrating her matter stream. "Trouble?" Hoshi repeats. "You were sort of...trapped in the pattern buffer," Trip explains, "but only for a few seconds." "Eight-point-three seconds, to be precise," Malcolm anal-retents. Malcolm? You've got lipstick on your teeth -- go away and wash it off. "Are you saying I was just on the surface?" Hoshi asks Trip. "You insisted on going second," Trip reminds her, clasping her shoulder. Hoshi thinks a moment and asks, "Do you have a mirror?" "What?!" Reed asks, wondering how she knew about the cheval glass he has hidden behind a bulkhead in the transporter room. "Forget it," Hoshi grins, relieved. "And I was sure I was going to be the next Cyrus Ramsey!" And all together now: "Cyrus who?" Trip asks, as Reed also looks confused. Hoshi looks disconcerted.