Phlox read over the medical data for his five patients for hours upon hours, trying to pinpoint an answer to exactly what in the world had happened. None of the five had any contact with each other, only connection was the ship herself, but that would mean everyone should have turned blue. It was almost an Andorian blue, but paler. Started at the hands, next hit the feet and the back and it took four days for the remainder of the skin to change. They felt fine, scans showed nothing out of the ordinary, just they were blue. Oddest of all to Phlox's mind was as mysteriously as it appeared, it vanished the same way, eight days later. Like a wave of a wand, zap and all gone.
"That's it, it has to be magic." He yells.
"I didn't know Denobulans believed in magic." Hoshi says from the entrance doors, Phlox blushes having thought to be alone.
"Well we don't, at least not usually."