Storvik returned to his quarters and applied the Rapid Hair-Gro™ to his scalp (after replicating rubber gloves and a breathing mask, as per Doctor Mib Khan's advice) and watched as the hair sprouted forth. It grew longer than he normally kept his hair (apparently, he had applied the salve too thickly; he would have to find the correct amounts by trial and error); but once he'd more-or-less combed it into submission, he contacted the bridge. It was time to set a course for Deep Space Nine.
"Bridge, Heavens speaking," came the response.
"Hab Ditbrade sed a cause fo duhbaze dine," ordered Storvik, whose throat and sinuses had not yet fully recovered from their former hirsuteness.
"Umm, yessir," Heavens replied. As soon as the Vulcan broke the connection, she turned to the navigator and said "Ditzbrain, set a course for Starbase Nine."