Twelve hours after the visit of the cryptic Daniels, T'Pol and Jordan were working on the computer files. They had finished with the sensor logs, and still had turned up nothing. Jordan was beginning to look a little haggard, the combined effects of exhaustion and disappointment finally beginning to take their toll. T'Pol, by contrast, remained her imperturbable self.
"I'm sorry," Jordan said, breaking the silence.
"For what?" T'Pol asked.
"For letting my arrogance get in the way of good science. I was so sure I had discovered something, I didn't pause to get all of the facts. I should have listened to you."
"Impetuosity appears to be a human trait."
"So is arrogance," Jordan said, turning in her chair to face T'Pol. "Anyway, I'm sorry. I guess I was showing off. You know, proving how useful I'd be and all that. Instead, my actions have wasted valuable time."
"It is illogical to regret what is past. Perhaps we should focus on the present problem. For instance," T'Pol indicated the readout on her screen, "this unusual reading taken during the ion storm."
Jordan came over to study T'Pol's display. "It's a power spike?"
"A very unusual one."
Jordan studied the file for some time, re-running the file several times. "You know what this kinda reminds me of?" she finally asked.
"A computer worm?"
"A little. Pull up the files of the other glitches, would you?"
Silence prevailed in the room as both T'Pol and Jordan studied the files with intensity. Finally, T'Pol brought the medical computers online and ran the data a final time. Her theory was confirmed.
"When our mission began, our captain hoped to discover a new life form," T'Pol said. "It appears that we have done so."