Lyionel was the first one out of the car. He looked in awe observing the farm house. The color of the house fading but the paint job remained visible to his eye. There was a tom cat sitting on a window ledge inside the house staring right back at him. Lyionel heard laughter. Loud, childish laughter. It was a good sound to hear. Eerie silence had been uncomfortable. That's why on the ride, Spock played classical rock music.

"Etek nam-tor ka-tel," Kirk said, coming to the side of Lyionel. We are home. Then Kirk realized, they hadn't started teaching him what etek and nam-tor meant. Teaching Lyionel the Vulcan Language and following along was going to be more difficult than he thought. A wave of comfort came over him from Spock's side of the bond.

"Dignair ka-tel," Lyionel said. Good home.

"Good," Kirk said, with a nod.

"Jim, did you take care of the cabin?" Spock inquired.

"Oh, yes, I did," Kirk said, shifting from the younger man. "I planted more trees around it so there will be more logs around for them in the future," Lyionel looked up toward the top window. "Good place to spend the winter."

Kirk looked over toward the man. Kirk was hesitant on touching the young man. He remembered Chapel's reaction when he touched her. Her reaction was seared into his memory. So he was hesitant, now, on touching a victim. Touching Lyionel might be a trigger. He yanked his hand back linking it behind his back occupying it. Kirk walked forward in the direction of the door. He slid in the key into the door then slid it open. The door came open. Sam ran into the hall, squealing, leaping into the older man's arms. Da'leek was behind him holding blue eyed Jim with two fingers covered in paint.

"Hello, Sammy," Kirk said. "How's my big brother doing?" he tickled under the child's arm earning pearls of laughter turning his head back while protesting. The child's face turned a shade of pink.

"He's been doing fine," Da'Leek said, Kirk stopped tickling. "Been encouraging his brother to walk without using guidance."

"Aw Sammy," Kirk said, then he looked over proudly toward the babysitter with a serious demeanor. "Any other problems you didn't mention?" Lyionel came in behind him. Lyionel stepped to the side observing the farm house's interior with curiosity.

"He painted the couch by accident and just about everything else other than what he is supposed to be painting," Da'leek explained. Spock came in behind Lyionel then came to Kirk's side. "I couldn't get everything."

"Mr Da'leek," Spock said. "we shall take care of it. Did he not go into the room we requested?"

"I made sure of it," Da'leek said. "Thank you for letting me babysit the children, It was nice for a chance, here, Mr Selek." Da'leek handed Jim into the Vulcan's arms. Jim's hands were reached out toward the Vulcan trying to form words.

"S–s—s—" Jim started.

"No, Jim," Spock said, glaring at the child. "Don't say it."

"Sock?" Jim said. Kirk laughed.

"Yes, Jim, you need new socks," Spock said.

Da'leek raised an eyebrow then lowered.

"You're odd," Da'leek said, then made his way out of the Kirk farmhouse.

Lyionel looked away from the door then looked at them.

"They're… Jimmy here is me," Kirk gestured toward the toddler. "Younger me." he pointed to himself.

"Their name is James T Kirk," Spock said. "T'Kir." Lyionel nodded. House of Kirk.

"Lhhea ravsam, Samuel George Kirk, Junior," Kirk said. Big sibling. "Not big, yet. But he will."

"Hraen lhhea aou'nel diam," Lyionel said. Your bigger than him.

"Technically," Spock started. Spock stopped. "Husband, I shall clean him," Italian appeared from behind Spock meowing loudly. Spock followed the cats loud meowing going up the stairs. Kirk shook his head then looked over toward Lyionel.

"Khhe ka-tel," Kirk said, then the two men went through the doorway. Clean home.

And that's what they did.