"Are you feeling ok, Marie?" She didn't reply. After a few moments of silence he tried again, "What happened on New Vulcan?"
"Do you ever think about the effects of what Nero did? Not just the blatant, great ones, but the minor ones, the almost inconsequential ones?"
"No. Why do you ask?" Finally she was giving him some headway.
"I spoke to Spock."
He sat up in bed impetuously angered, "What did that hobgoblin say?"
She continued to stare at the ceiling, "Not the Spock on our ship. The other Spock." She paused for a moment. "When Nero attacked the U.S.S. Kelvin, not everyone was evacuated. Some people were killed before they even could."
This still didn't explain why she'd been acting different.
"When I spoke to the other Spock he told me a story his Jim had told him about a crewman on his father's ship, and how this crewman hurt this little girl. He murdered her. He was very smart, apparently, no one knew any better. He said that Jim could never forget the little girl's funeral his father took him to when he was ten. He said he could never forget that little girl's name."
"What are you talking about, Marie? What does that have to do with anything?"
"I introduced myself to him as Marie Stevonsson. I could tell he knew something about me… I didn't think it too trivial to push him in to telling me why he recognized my name… This isn't the correct timeline. This is a mistake, a fabrication. This shouldn't exist, I shouldn't exist. I should've been murdered by a pedophile when I was six years old. But then Nero came and inadvertently saved my life."
He didn't know what to say to the young woman who laid in his bed, but then it turned out he didn't have to. At least not yet.
"Doctor McCoy, please report to sickbay."