TUCKER: Yeah, the Captain was planning to give that to somebody. Can't remember who. Guess it's ours now. (Reed puts the meals into the heater and a couple of seconds later they are eating hot food from plastic trays) TUCKER: What's that?
Malcolm: It's lovely. Thank you. Later, Trip is trying to sleep, Malcolm is back at the pilot seat, dictating a letter. Malcolm: Captain Archer claims you weren't even aware I was serving on Enterprise. I find that difficult to believe, considering I wrote you twice in the weeks prior to our departure. Now, it is possible that you never received those letters. You were, I believe in the process of moving to Malaysia at the time. But you must have spoken to Aunt Sherry during that period and I know she received my letters. I would hate to go to my death, thinking that either of you though I was trying to avoid-
REED: As I'm sure you must have heard that was my esteemed colleague, Commander Charles Tucker. Mister Tucker doesn't share my belief that it is essential to say what must be said, to leave a record, tie up loose ends. Mister Tucker is labouring under the false hope that we are going to be miraculously rescued before we both suffocate.
Trip: Mister and Mrs. Reed, I realize that you've just begun a period of mourning and that I'll never get an answer to this question. But I've gotta ask it anyway: Was Malcolm always this cynical?!
REED: In a few days, when the reality of this situation actually begins to sink in, you might very well decide you want to record some logs of your own. You have my word, I will not interrupt you.
TUCKER: If I don't waste some oxygen sleeping, I'm going to start getting real cranky, and you don't want to spend your last nine days cooped up with me when I'm cranky. So turn that thing off and get some rest.
PHLOX: Get some rest. There will be plenty of time to explain what happened in the morning. (Archer and Phlox leave)