Malcolm had similar difficulties sleeping, but wouldn't dare make an appearance in Sickbay. He had nothing against the Phlox, it was just that there would be questions that he would rather not have to answer. 'A Reed never tells more then what is necessary.' He could remember his father telling him that often. 'God there are those tears again!' Malcolm eventually fell asleep, but not before he was honest with himself. Ha had become his father, not exactly his father, but very close. 'A Reed never goes back on his word.' Malcolm now understood.

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As for the rest of the crew there was nothing new to report with the exception of Phlox. His patient had recovered wonderfully and was now ready for the barrage of questions that was to come. With it still a while before anyone like Captain Archer or Sub- Commander T'Pol would awake; Phlox took it upon himself to gather some essential information. "Do you have a name?" "Hugh Sullivan." "Excellent. Where are you from?" "Antigonish, Nova Scotia." "I'm not familiar with that place where is it?" "In Canada..." "Oh how interesting! I never met a Canadian before. I've heard so much about the culture." "Uhhhh... ok then." "Sorry if I am scaring you, but you're the talk of the ship." "Great... just great." Hugh had no interest in being famous. A low profile was what he wanted, not being the talk of... "So where exactly am I?" "Your on an Earth spaceship. Traveling faster then the speed of light. "So I'm gonna see Earth soon?" "Oh no, we are the most important mission to save it."
"That's really great and all, but I don't have any clothes on so how about hooking my up with some?" Hugh eventually realized that he would later be interrogated by whoever was in charge of this ship, and he just might need some clothes. "Certainly! Here are the clothing article that we found in the pod with you." Hugh looked at the clothes and smiled. 'At least I have clothes that I recognized, not whatever the doctor is wearing.' As he dressed behind the curtain he could hear the doctor having difficulties. "Do you need any help?" Hugh offered as he came out from behind the curtain. "I would greatly appreciate any help! I have so much stuff to move around that you would be a great help."
As Hugh was busy with putting the last of the metal containers away for Phlox he heard someone enter. "So how is our patient doing?" "Your patient is doing just fine thanks." Hugh replied coming out from the back. The man was a slightly older man, perhaps the one in charge. "Well I'm glad to hear it. My name is Captain Jonathan Archer. I'm in command of Enterprise." Hugh took a second to register what was being said to him. "I'm Hugh Sullivan." "So where on Earth are you from?" "I'm from Antigonish, Nova Scotia." "I see. Well I was just wondering how you were doing... Would you care to join me for breakfast as we discuss your current situation?" "Sure I'm starving." "Right this way then. I hope you don't mind my First Officer and my Chief Engineer join us do you?" "I don't mind... How big is this ship?" "Don't worry about that just yet. There will be plenty of time for you to ask question later, but first let's eat. "This is a nice ship..."
It was obviously the approach of a holiday. There were small decorations and ornaments around the room. It was something that he held close to his heart. The one time to be happy. Yet there was something missing, the atmosphere was sullen and the decorations felt as if they were only there due to custom nothing else. "Captain Archer is it Christmas soon?" Jon noticed that Hugh was making reference to the decorations. 'Is it that obvious that there is a lack of morale? I hate to admit it, but he's right.' "Yeah in two weeks" "So why does everyone look so depressed? Did someone die?" "No, it's the mission. It's taking its toll on them."
"Captain Archer report to the kitchens please." Jon looked at Hugh and there tried to think of what to do. "You wait here and I'll be back as soon as possible ok?" "Uhhhh... sure why not." Hugh was now alone in the "Mess Hall". 'What to do, what to do...' standing there wasn't bad enough, but having everyone staring at you makes it worst. "Hey ya can sit down with us if ya want." Hugh saw a blond haired man waving him over. He then saw that there was also a dark haired man at the table too.

A/N: Yup so that's my new character...plays such a vital role in the story... Would love to have a review... ;)