The next day, Sybok decided to fly back to Vulcan despite the fact that he had told himself he would never return the night before. He told Peter who was busy playing with the new boy Jimmy where he was going. Peter, thinking it would be great fun, decided to join him on his trip, and allowed little Jimmy to tag along after he started begging to be allowed to go with them.

When they reached Vulcan, they flew around Mount Seleya, and over the Forge before turning towards ShiKahr where what was to have been Sybok's home if he'd remained was located. Jimmy made strange noises that were supposedly supposed to sound like a shuttle the entire way, annoying both him and Peter who had been forced to put up with "airplane" noises for centuries. Curious about any changes that may have been made in the time he'd been gone, they stopped at his father's house and started peering into the windows. One of the windows was open, and in the room beyond it, was a boy of about seven years of age who looked to have cried himself to sleep.

"Looks like they replaced you Sybok, they did that to me too." Peter said sympathetically.

"I think something's hurting him." he said as he studied the boy's features, finding many similarities to his own, which was to be expected considering the fact that they shared the same father who was asleep in his room with the Amanda woman.

"Why do you say that?" Peter asked.

"Because he was crying. Vulcans rarely cry, and when they do, it's because something's very wrong." he replied.

"We should help him." Jimmy said as he started to climb through the open window.

"I'll get Tink." Peter said as he grabbed Jimmy and flew away.

As soon as Peter and Jimmy left, Sybok flew through the open window and into the room he recognized as having been his own for all of three hours. He silently walked up to the boy who bore a strong resemblance to him and gently shook him awake. Startled by the intruder in his room, the boy sprung out of bed and quickly backed away from him.

"What do you want?" the boy asked as he looked for something with which he might defend himself from the strange child who was behaving so far out of the bounds of propriety that he wouldn't put violence past him. Invading someone's home in the middle of the night was just Not Done.

"I want to take you away from your pain." he said as he moved closer to the boy, holding his hands out in the open to show that he didn't mean him any harm.

"I am Vulcan. Vulcans don't feel pain." the boy replied dully as if by rote.

"Yes you do. Everyone feels pain, emotional or otherwise. I can take you away from yours." he said as he sat down on the boy's bed.

"Peter will be arriving with Tink momentarily." he continued, as the boy relaxed slightly at the fact that he wasn't moving closer to him.

Peter arrived with the luminous being he called a fairy a few minutes later.

"Hi, I'm Peter, and this is Tinkerbell, what's your name?" Peter said the instant he and Tinkerbell landed in the boy's room.

"I am called Spock." the boy replied as he closely scrutinized the newcomers. His eyebrow raised as he tracked Tinkerbell's flight through his room.

"Well Spock," Peter said with a smile. "Tink here is going to sprinkle some dust on you and you'll be able to fly away to Neverland with us. How's that sound?"

"It sounds illogical." Spock replied.

"Whatever." Peter said before turning to Tink.

"Alright Tink, do your stuff." Peter said a second later.

Tinkerbell then flew around Spock and deposited a large quantity of fairy dust on him.

"Now think of something happy." Peter said from his current perch six feet off the floor.

"I am Vulcan, Vulcans don't feel "happy"." Spock replied.

"Really? Then how the heck did Sybok manage it?" Peter said, sounding surprised. "He's a Vulcan."

"Are you sure that there isn't anything that makes you happy, anything at all?" Peter continued. "Kittens? Puppies? Picking on your little sister? Frogs? Soccer? Baseball?"

With the mention of baseball, Spock floated a few feet off the ground as the memory of that day during his visit to Earth the year before when he'd hit the winning home run and his team and everyone else cheered for him came to him. He remembered the smell of the grass, the incredibly blue shade of the sky, and how his teammates had all patted him on his back flushed with excitement over their victory. He remembered feeling his teammates' joy and excitement each time one of them touched him, not realizing that they weren't supposed to. He remembered how in that moment he'd been one of them, he'd belonged like he never had at any other time, including during the rest of his trip to Earth. He then remembered the look of disapproval that had been on his father's face when he had seen that he'd been smiling at his achievement and landed on his ass.

"Hold on to that happy thought and ignore the other stuff." Peter said helpfully as Spock picked himself up and rubbed his backside which was sore from landing on a hard stone floor.

Determined to defy gravity in the manner he had just done moments earlier once again, Spock recalled the thoughts and feelings associated with his memory of that one perfect moment and was back in the air in an instant. Soon, he Peter, Tinkerbell, and Sybok were out the window and flying off into the wild starry yonder.

Ambassador Sarek who had gone to investigate the noise and strange voices that had been coming from his son's room arrived just in time to watch his son fly away in a clear defiance of the laws of physics in the company of a familiar looking Vulcan child and a pair of beings he had previously believed to be characters from a purely fictional tale.

"Amanda, I do believe that this is your fault." he said to his stunned wife who had joined him a few seconds after he'd entered the room.