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Two Humans and a Denobulan go up a mountain. It sounds like the start of a joke but Phlox isn’t laughing. Trip and Malcolm, however, are. A planet that’s just one big ski resort. They’re in heaven. Phlox is in hell.
Come with us, they’d said, and Phlox, ever curious, had.
The others have their skis on and are waiting. They’re keen to hurl themselves down the slope. Phlox isn’t.
What he wouldn’t give for a medical emergency on Enterprise.
Trip and Malcom are getting impatient.
Phlox dons his skis and pushes off, eyes closed. Behind him, he hears cheering.