Lost hope renewed.
Jim sat on the edge of his bed, Spock across from him in a chair. Silence filled the air as Jim stared at the floor; he could feel Spock's eyes on him as he tried to take steady breaths.
"We were plan-…" Jim tries. He really does, but when his eyes fall on his silver band he chokes up. He looks up at Spock and swears he sees just a hint of something in those dark eyes.
"Do you believe he is alive?"
Jim lets out a hollow laugh and stands up. He turns away from Spock and looks out the window.
"He wasn't feeling good." Jim said as he leaned his forehead against the glass. "He asked to come along. Believe that? Bones asked to come along. Get some fresh air, solid ground beneath his feet; he thought it might help him feel a little better."
"Jim—"
"I should've said no, a planet we know nothing about…" Jim whipped a tear from his eye before it can stain his cheeks again.
Spock stood and walked over to Jim.
"Do you believe he is alive?"
Jim looked at Spock in the reflection of the glass.
"Seven months Spock," he turned to look the Vulcan in the eyes. "What's the logical answer?"
Elsewhere, one Scotsman was lying on his bed and a young Russian was staring blankly at a screen. He was beginning to nod off. The teen wonder how much longer Mr. Spock was going to have them monitor the probes, it's been seven months and there has been nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Until now.
The beeping was like a shot of adrenaline. Chekov's head shot up and Scotty was behind him in an instant.
There it was.
The proof they needed.
The two looked at each other, not believing their eyes.
Both immediately scrambled for their communicators.
Leonard was startled awake by a loud sound. He noticed that the lighting in the room was different and there was a strong buzzing noise. Generators. The facility must have lost power.
Leonard just closed his eyes and allowed the buzzing of the generator to lull him to sleep.
He dreams of drowning.