"Welcome to your home!" The giant bellowed, sliding open the top of the box and tipping it to the side. The three men tumbled out onto what appeared to be a street. Kirk rubbed his head as he looked around in awe. All around them stood what appeared to be a model city of sorts. Old-timey cars beeped as they passed down the streets, small shrubs and bushes littered the sides of the streets, apartment complexes stood along the side of the road. In the distance, tall buildings rose above the outskirts of what seemed to be a city. Kirk looked around in awe, examining everything from the concrete beneath him to the glass dome that stood over a hundred stories above his head.
"Where the hell are we?" McCoy asked breathlessly.
"It appears to be a model of Earthen civilization during the mid-nineteen fifties." Spock said, getting gracefully to his feet.
"I don't get it," McCoy's eyebrows drew together in confusion and thought. Spock scooped the doctor up and held him like a small child. Kirk's eyes caught on a seemingly empty townhouse straight in front of them.
"I guess we should try this," Kirk shrugged and knocked on the door of the townhouse. After getting no response, he turned the doorknob slowly. The door creaked open and he looked back to Spock for confirmation.
"The giant did say that this would become our home." Spock said and McCoy kept on his sour face. Kirk opened the door fully and reached around the wall in search of a light switch. He flicked it on and the chandelier above a small wooden table glowed to life. The inside of the townhouse was quaint, and certainly not anything that any of the men had experienced before. The hardwood flooring shone brightly, reflecting the lights dangling from the ceiling. The bright red walls breathed life into the room, contrasting the white ceiling. The townhouse itself only had three rooms—the kitchen and dining area, the bathroom, and one bedroom. Kirk walked inside cautiously, awaiting some sort of trap.
"What kind of world did we just walk into?" McCoy asked, shifting uncomfortably in Spock's arms. Spock dropped the doctor gently on the small, crème couch in the living room, propping up his broken leg.
"One bedroom." Kirk called from the doorway of the bedroom. "Two beds." McCoy looked at Spock with fear in his eyes. "I'll take the couch." Kirk winked and disappeared inside of the bedroom. Spock and McCoy looked at each other in horror.
"What exactly does the giant expect from us?" Spock asked, inspecting the kitchen.
"I dunno," Kirk shrugged, pulling an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. "But I'm about to go find out. You stay here and take care of Bones." He left the house quickly and the door shut softly behind him.
"What's gotten into him?" McCoy asked, shifting on the couch.
"I suspect that it has something to do with the giant." Spock sighed.
"Well?" McCoy sat up as straight as he could on the couch. "Go after him!"
Spock nodded and slipped out the front door. He scanned the street and a flash of gold caught his eye. He watched as Kirk rounded the corner, heading off into the city. Spock sped-walked down the pristine sidewalk, hoping to catch up with his Captain.
"Captain!" He called out, trying to catch Kirk's attention. He frowned as Kirk continued forward, moving like a steam roller. Now, where could he be going so urgently? Spock thought to himself as he picked up his pace to a slight jog. Kirk suddenly rounded another corner and vanished from sight. Spock found himself in the crowded city square, people rushing all around him. He sighed heavily and pushed through the crowd and turned down the street he saw Kirk disappear. As he had expected, Kirk was nowhere to be found. The dank alleyway showed no signs of his Captain either. Doctor McCoy will not be pleased.
