Where the bloody hell was he? The last thing he remembered was the wormhole. He'd never liked sickbay, but this version of Phlox would gleefully go into practice with Mengele without hesitation. Trip was scarred body and soul, a bitter, vicious man, with no trace of the charming, Southern "good old boy" he knew. Hoshi? There was no polite way to say this. Hoshi was a harlot in thought, word and deed. And his own counterpart was totally devoid of scruples and honor. Wherever he was, it was one warped universe, and he had no idea how to get home.