Spock woke up on a table, his legs and arms strapped tightly to it. It seemed to him to look like a typical operating room, but then saw all the science experiments and knew he was in the ship's laboratory. Spock looked around to see if anyone was there.
"Captain," Spock called.
No one answered.
"Mr. Scott, you there," Spock questioned.
Nothing but silence.
Spock sighed and just lay there, as he looked up at the ceiling.
As he was about to close his eyes, again, he saw the three ghosts Captain Kirk and Scotty had seen appear in front of him.
"Mr. Spock," Ghost #2 wailed.
"Mr. Spock," Ghost #1 moaned.
"Mr. Spock," Ghost #3 wailed.
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Fascinating," Spock whispered.
"A Vulcan," Ghost #1 wailed.
"A Vulcan," Ghost #2 wailed.
"Vulcans don't have emotions…" Ghost #3 moaned.
"Brainwash will be easy," Ghost #1 wailed.
"Make him one of us," Ghost #2 wailed.
"He shall have no mind after this…" Ghost #3 moaned.
The three ghosts cackled.
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Logically, living creatures can not function without a functioning Nervous System, therefore your statement would be factually incorrect." Spock stated.
The three ghosts cackled.
"Give him sleep gas," Ghost #1 wailed.
"Nap time for Vulcan," Ghost #2 wailed.
"Knock him out till finished…" Ghost #3 moaned.
The ghosts grabbed a mask and tried putting it on Spock's face, but Spock, being overly intelligent, turned his head to the side. The ghost tilted the mask that way, but Spock turned his head the other direction, avoiding the mask.
Ghost #1 grabbed Spock's head and held it in place. Spock forcefully tried to move his head from the spirit's clutches, but the strength of their being seemed to be more powerful than a Vulcan was entirely. Spock closed his mouth and held his breath, not to breathe in the gas, as Ghost #3 put the mask on his face.
Spock held his breath for quite sometime, starting to turn a lightish blue color. He still forced himself to not breathe, though knew he would have to eventually or die from suffocating himself. Either way, logically, he knew he'd have to give in and lose this fight, anyways. Spock remained holding his breath, until his lungs felt as if they were dropping or deflating rapidly. Spock finally let his breath out, and continued breathing, slowly falling to sleep. He tried to fight it as much as he could, so he could stay awake long enough for Captain Kirk and Scotty to find him, but soon enough…the only thing he could see was a big black scenery before him.
