Archer and Mallory whirled in unison. Jordan sucked in her breath in surprise, confronted at last by what she assumed was proof of time travel. The proof, however, didn't look all that different than many other people she had known. Dark hair, medium height, medium build. Only the clothing was different. He wore a dark jumpsuit, curiously ribbed. He looked so….. normal.

"Dr. Mallory, I presume?" he asked.

She swallowed and then found her voice. "Daniels?"

"Yes."

"You know me?"

"Of course. Your presence has become vital to the success of this mission. We've been monitoring you carefully. We've also detected," he continued, turning to Archer, "a change in your present course. Surely you know you can't go back, Captain."

"I was trying to attract your attention," Archer said.

"You have it."

"Who's sabotaging my ship?" Archer demanded.

"Sabotage?" Daniels repeated in surprise.

"Don't play dumb, Daniels. I don't have time for your riddles. Someone is trying to stop our mission from within, and I want to know who it is. One of your factions?"

"Captain, we have detected no rival faction activity centered on your ship. If we had, you can be sure that we would have intervened."

"Would you? You seem to be pretty inconsistent about when you choose to interfere. Or isn't the death of seven million people cause enough to break your precious rules?"

"Captain, I assure you. If we'd been able to prevent the attack on Earth, we would. But you must understand that we are dedicated to upholding the correct timeline."

"So it was meant to happen?" Archer asked bitterly.

"I'm afraid so."

"Tell that to the seven million."

"I can't spend a lot of time here, Captain," Daniels said with an edge in his voice. "Perhaps if you could get to the point?"

"The point is that someone is messing with my computer system and I don't like it," Jordan broke in. "If it's not some future faction, as you claim, then who is it?"

"We have no record of this incident in my time," Daniels replied. "Apparently the incidents you are experiencing are not significant enough to register. My assumption is that you are experiencing typical computer malfunctions."

"I've already thought of that!" Jordan exclaimed. "Our malfunctions DO NOT follow the classic pattern."

Daniels regarded her for some time before answering. "I've been an admirer of yours for sometime, Doctor. I never realized until now, though, that arrogance was so integral to your character."

Jordan blushed. "Where should I look?" she asked.

"I agree that you would have found a simple malfunction by now. Try looking for something unexpected. Good luck, Captain, Doctor." With that Daniels abruptly disappeared.

"Great. Now I'm known as an idiot in two time periods," Jordan said ruefully.

"You get used to it after awhile," Archer said grimly. "So how about it? Could you have missed something?"

"I must have," Jordan sighed, sinking into the nearest chair. "I still say there's a logic to the interference. I suppose it's possible that a member of the crew – the conventional crew not the time-traveling kind – could be responsible. I just don't see how that's likely!"

"Go back over the data," Archer ordered. "Check everything. The computer, the sensors, the engines, the labs."

"Should I search crew quarters and the galley as well?"

"If you think it'd help," he snorted. "Get T'Pol and Trip to help you. Meantime," he broke off to activate the nearest intercom. "Archer to the bridge."

"Go ahead," T'Pol responded.

"Reverse course. Continue our search pattern of the Expanse."

"Aye, sir," T'Pol responded, breaking the connection.

Jonathan had turned back to see that Jordan had already called up data files on the main screen. "I'll leave you to it," he said. "Keep me informed." With that, he left for his ready room.