Sweat running down his forehead into his eyebrows.
God awful planet ...
He trudged through the sand.
His tricorder slamming into his thigh with every step.
His blue shirt was soaked with sweat.
He wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand.
Blasted Vulcan...
He saw a figure ahead.Spock!
He ran through the sand. Stumbling.The figure seemed to keep getting farther and farther away. He couldn't get there.
Colors. Spinning.
Dizzy...
His mind raced.
I'm sorry Jim there's nothing I could do. Spock, you pointy-eared elf! He's dead Jim...I can't find Spock. Jim…And then pitch darkness.
