Options were admittedly low at this point so the best we could do was to canary-in-a-coal-mine two expendable crew members into the ominous structure.

I'm sure our banjo-playing abductor was trying to put us at ease but missed the mark with the Deliverance vibes.

Kim and Paris attempted to make the best of it, determined to put on the greatest show ever performed in a barn.

Instead, they found themselves faced with the decision of whether they should wake up the half-Klingon woman or the guy who has the superpower of occasionally turning into a bad Native American stereotype when he gets a spotlight episode. Night of the Comet is great, but this was no hard decision.






















