EARTH, THE MID-22ND CENTURY

Captain Archer shook his head.

"A Vulcan! They're letting a Vulcan oversee me. A fidgeting mass of 'No, Don't Do That' saying how I should run my command."

His lady-friend, a reporter of some note, tried to calm him.

"C'mon! Could it be that much worse than dealing with me after rehab? Not to mention childbirth."

He kissed her.

"We'll be spending a lot of time out by the rim. Pluto's a week away--I'll miss you."

"Hey, we both go into dangerous places. You promise to take care--I'll do the same."

Jonathan Archer then kissed Murphy Brown goodbye.