Dr. Phlox's pen pal Dr. Jeff Lucas lost colleagues in the Xindi attack, and was recalled to Earth. And when you have a big letter to write a big pen pal, you need a BIG iPad!
A few weeks after the trans-dimensional glob, they came across another and decided to shave some time off their life-or-death journey by diving into the toxic zone with every human in a protective four-day coma. It's up to the doctor to tend both the tiller and the talking props, while doing his best not to go mad with the responsibilities, crippling loneliness- and the gremlins lurking in the darkness out on the wings.
I must say, even though he starts hallucinating at the drop of a hat by comparison, I'd trust Phlox a hell of a lot further than I'd have trusted Seven of Nine when she did virtually the same thing. Up to and including any nocturnal nudity that earned audience ire. Frankly, if I have to put up with T'Pol's skinny butt, they can at least deliver the goods on Phlox. Or something. I forget what the fuss was about. People who live in glass houses... aren't obliged to wear pants just because YOU'VE got problems.
"Doctor's Orders" is way better than 'One'. And a clip of Danny Kaye in 'The Court Jester' for Phlox's solitary movie night reminds me why: I love a talented comedian. Way to go, John Billingsley!