The voices, the soul-less voices that whispered was never ending.
And then silence, and the screams. It made his blood ice cold.
Where was this place? Why was he here? What else would they do to him?
If only he could see them. They would touch him, and he couldn't move.
Exposed, completely vulnerable with no means to defend himself.
If only Spock could find him.
He so wished now that they had that talk. Tell each other how they felt.
What was another day, he had said to himself.
Now, all I feel is an uneasiness.
What will happen to me next?
The voices are whispering again...
One voice sounded familiar.
"Spock! Is that you?"
"Jim..."
The other voices continued to whisper...drowning out that familiar one.
And then it screamed.