"Where are we?" Hoshi whispered to the darkness. She could sense that Malcolm was close to her, but not sure where.

            "Hoshi?" Malcolm's voice was reassuringly close. "Hoshi? Turn around. It appears that we are in one of the Jefferies tubes onboard the Enterprise."

            Hoshi slowly rolled over. Malcolm's arm was around her waist and she found herself looking at part of the Jeffries tube and his face.

            Malcolm looked at her briefly with a small smile.

            But Hoshi pushed his arm away and sat up, running her hands through her hair.

            "We fell," was all she could say.

            Malcolm's smile disappeared, and he looked forward along the hall.

            "Did you hear that?"

            "What?"

            "Com'on Hoshi. Listen."

            Hoshi concentrated hard and the sounds. Finally she heard a voice.

            "Trip!" she said in a whisper. She opened her mouth to call out to him, but was stopped by Malcolm's hand.

            "This isn't our Enterprise, Hoshi," Malcolm whispered, and slowly took his hand away.

            Hoshi and Malcolm looked at each other, both knowing that they had "shifted" again.

            "I need to be sure," she said, and Malcolm nodded understandingly.

            "This way," he motioned, and they started towards Malcolm's quarters.

            Malcolm and Hoshi unlocked the hatch, only to find themselves in the storeroom. Before Hoshi could crawl back into the tube, Malcolm tossed a uniform at her.

            "I assume that you are still an ensign," he said. He picked up one for himself, and started to strip. Hoshi just stared at him. "It's not like we've been in decon together," he replied, and zipped up his ensemble.

            Hoshi managed a smile and followed suit.

            And when she was finished, Malcolm did what she had last expected: he walked out the door.

            "Malcolm," she hissed, however soon followed. It seemed to be the order of things on this ship, following Malcolm.

            "We look like their Reed and Sato. Why not enjoy the benefits?" he answered. "I saw laundry marked with our names."

            "Where are we going?" Hoshi asked. She was unsure if Malcolm knew either.

            "We are… Wait," he said, pushing her into another corridor. They heard another Malcolm talking to a crewmen.

            When Hoshi nodded that all was silent, he led her into more Jeffries tubes.

            "We are going to my quarters," he said.

            "Why yours?" Hoshi asked, barely able to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She wanted to see what this Hoshi was like.

            "Don't get your knickers in a twist," Malcolm replied, never slowing down. Hoshi felt exhausted at the pace he was going, but tried to keep up appearances.          

            "There is a data junction next to my room. We might just be able to find out what kind of ship we are on."

            The Enterprise, duh, Hoshi wanted to say. But she restrained herself and kept going.

            After an eternity, they arrived. But not at Malcolm's quarters.

            Hoshi swore she could hear Malcolm grumbling.

            They saw through the grill of the air vent Malcolm hunched over his PADD alone in the filled mess hall. Only his table wasn't crowded. Hoshi pitied him. It looked like the old days, when she and Malcolm used to have lunch together. If her Malcolm hadn't been next to her, she would have automatically crawled out and gotten a tray to sit down next to him.

            Another Hoshi seemed to have the same thoughts. With one plate full of pineapple pieces, and another with enchiladas, she sat down quietly. The Malcolm hardly seemed to notice her, except for his lips moving. The other Hoshi rose to get two glasses of water.

            Hoshi had to smile at what he said

            "What did he say?" Malcolm asked, unabashedly curious about his alterego.

            "He said, 'Is this an attempt to get me to stop working? With a glass of water it just might work." Malcolm blushed slightly. Hoshi remembered why they had stopped having lunch and stopped smiling.

            The other Malcolm took the other Hoshi's fork and started to eat the pineapple, his eyes never leaving the PADD. The Hoshi came back and, after putting the glasses down, gave his hand a litter slap and took the fork back. She then proceeded to gloatingly eat the pineapple.

            Malcolm blushed, and started crawling back the way he had come. But Hoshi lay there, mesmerised. This Malcolm was in the same position as one of the ghost-like versions of Malcolm back in that room. She started wondering how her life might be different if small things had changed.

            In the middle of her thought, everything went black again.