McCoy gave Sulu another injection of the antiviral.

"You imagined you were a Musketeer?"

Sulu nodded, quite embarrassed.

"Uh, yeah, Doc. I've always been obsessed with them. I even read Dumas in the original French."

McCoy picked up Sulu's tunic.

"Then why whip this off? Didn't the Musketeers all wear elaborate uniforms? What were you thinking of, just falling out of your shirt?"

"Well, Doc. Its odd. When I lost touch with reality, my last thought wasn't about Musketeers."

"Then what was it about?"

Hikaru scratched his head.

"My Grandma Hoshi."