The ball landed to the floor with a bounce beside the two boy's feet. It was caught by a Sehlat cub that dug its little talons. The ball deflated. Spock and Leonard let go of each other as the sound of their respective fathers drew their attention. Leonard started to spear out tears from his eyes in sheer happiness. Spock nodded, in return, "I grieve with thee." The stardate was, oddly enough, 2237. The same day where it all began. The same stardate. Same location. Spock could see that life was flourishing inside of the building. It seemed as though he was in the mythical heaven. Vulcan was in good hands.
"We have to get the game off Vulcan," Leonard said. "we're kids again. We should deal with it right."
"My father has some connections," Spock said. "He knows how to deal with things like these."
"Your father didn't budge it for thirty years," Leonard said. "surely. . ."
"There is a difference between knowing and not knowing the powers of a game," Spock said.
"All right, let's tell him," Leonard said, as they turned toward the two men. "He looks younger than I remember."
"Leonard," Spock said.
"Come on," Leonard said, taking the Vulcan's forearm. "Father! Ambassador Sarek!"
"One minute here," Andrew said. "I saved your sassy asses not once but thirteen times."
"We appreciate it," Sarek replied. "safety is the primary concern."
"I get that, but their lively hood triumphs mine," Andrew said. "doctor's are supposed to run into danger and see what they can do to help."
"Sa-mekh," Spock said.
Sarek looked over.
"Yes, Spock?" Sarek said, as Leonard wiped off another tear.
"Go on," Leonard said.
"There is a game that meddles with the laws of logic, meddles with time, and capable of making ones worst nightmare happen," Spock explained. "It is a threat."
"It looks like a board game, Ambassador," Leonard said. "trust us. It's not."
"It's called Jumanji," Spock said. "Why it chose this moment to reset is beyond comprehension."
"Thin's did start goin' to hell from here," Leonard said.
"True," Spock agreed.
"What game?" Andrew asked. "Y'all haven't been playin' a board game . . ."
"We have, pa," Leonard said. "and we lost a lot of people because of it." there was heartbreak in the child's voice.
Sarek lowered himself down to their level.
"Let me see," Sarek said. Spock nodded. Sarek placed his hand on the side of his son's face and entered a mind meld. Sarek let go minutes later appearing to be disturbed. He looked over toward the older child then back toward David. "Doctor, we will deal with this matter later," he stood up tall over the two children. "I have a emergency matter to attend," he turned toward his child. "lead me to it."
"Follow me," Spock said.
Leonard looked over toward his father.
"Pa. . ." Leonard said. "I am goin' to be a doctor. Not a soccer player."
"Hey look, it's Ambassador Sarek!" the Vulcanian construction worker said, looking off to see a familiar figure approaching.
The Cardassian construction worker sighed.
"Do not pull my leg." Cardassian worker said.
"No, really, it is." the Vulcanian construction worker said.
The construction worker turned to see Sarek and Spock standing side by side almost mimicking each other's position.
"There is a luggage in the dirt with a handle that is sticking out," Sarek said. "I require it."
The Cardassian looked over to see the handle sticking out.
"Oh, this?" the Cardassian construction worker tore it out then handed it to the elder.
"Nemiayo," Sarek thanked, taking the luggage. Sarek looked over toward his son. "This is it?"
"Keep it away from me," Spock stepped aside. Sarek put it into the luggage part of the anti-gravitational motorcycle.
"I will speak to your mother about what I have seen," Sarek said. ". . . Spock," the boy turned away from the road toward the elder. "your counterpart."
"He will appear," Spock said. "and this time it won't be on a inconvenient note."
"I was about to say. . ." Sarek said. "he looks nothing like you, yet. You are unique in the universe. You do have a place. And it is not on Vulcan."
