By the time Spock awoke, night had fallen and Kirk had started a small fire. Spock could feel the heat warming him up. The ground was cold and it seeped up through his body.
"Hey, you."
Spock moved his eyes toward Jim's voice. "Where are we? The others, are they unharmed?"
Kirk told him about the Romulan settlement, and how he had gotten Spock out with relative ease. "I couldn't find the others, just you. I thought that with you out and about, we could cover more terrain." He poked the fire a bit, coaching the flames to rise. "We're about two hours east of the Romulan settlement, with one disrupter, our translators, no communicators and no landing party. We were worried you'd never wake up. You seem to be have the same dream over and over again."
"We, Captain?"
Something moved beside him. It was one of the locals, short and furry. It had golden eyes like large disks.
Spock's eyes widen. "I know this one, Jim. She's in my dreams."
She looked at him quizzically. "Shara shotana keytan-sho?" The translators worked for a moment, then: "You are here to help?"
Kirk nodded. Yes we are. My name is Kirk. He is called Spock." To Spock, "She never really took notice of me, as you were the main attraction."
The local resident smiled, then answered, "Shara kanto keytan-sho sens shara una keytan-sho." ("You needed help before you can help.")
"Thank you," Spock said. "Jim, we need …"
The Captain shook his head. "Just rest, alright? We'll look after the Romulans for you."
"Ee-ya!"