They did not find the landing party. Or their communicators.

"Well," said Kirk, looking around. "This is the landing site. Our footprints are all here plus two other sets. Two drag marks, one for each of us, accounts for us. So the lucky question is, where are the rest of the landing party?" He paused, then voiced one option. "It looks like Scotty beamed them up."

Spock nodded, but his attention was not on his captain, but on his surroundings. The mist off the forest floor was obscuring his vision.

Vision…

He shook hi head, chasing the thought away. This was not the dream. This was reality. Dreams coming true was illogical.

Then why did he know exactly what would happen, how everything should move? Spock realized that he couldn't answer the mental question.

"Spock, you hear that?"

Spock listened, heard the noises. "Disrupters."

Kirk swore softly. "Fall back on the double. Nalwan?" He looked around. "Spock, did you see when she left?"

"Some time ago, Captain. I thought she was simply going ahead of us. Although, with the appearance of the disrupters, she might have been scared off."

"Alright. She can fend for herself. She certainly knows how to. Shall we?" he said, motioning to the forest.

A rustle in the bushes was their only warning. A fist-sized rock flew out. A heartbeat later, he was yanked aside, only to hear the rock collide with solid bone. Yet, he did not feel any pain. "Spock?" He turned around to see Spock sinking to the ground and fall silently into the small stream-lit. A figure moved, and Kirk fired on him, missing several times before catching the man. In the process, he had used up the last of the small charge of the weapon. He tossed the useless weapon away and brought his attention back to Spock. The water around his head was slowly starting to turn green.

"Spock," he whispered, kneeling down by the fallen man's side. He knew better than to try to move the injured Vulcan. McCoy's rants were still fresh enough in his memory.

"It… had to be … done, Jim. You would … would never have survived. The vision…" The Vulcan's voice was faint and a trickle of blood was starting to slowly make it's way from the corner of his mouth. The wind was picking up, and the breeze ruffled his bangs.

More rustling could be heard, and Jim looked up hurriedly. Nalwan stood with several of her own kind, her eyes sad. "Shara shotana keytan-sho. Eela sheaco tanam. Noish-e-pa nedan sheada." ("You are here to help. Perhaps too late. It has begun," the translators provided.)

"What has begun, Nalwan?" Kirk sensed that whatever it was, it was important.

"Fanish-na" The end. She turned and fled into the forest, the others trailing her.

"Let her go, Jim… It is for the best."

Kirk nodded. "And what of you, old friend?" He gently wiped the blood out of Spock's eyes, clearing his vision.

Vision…

There was no logical now, he knew, but to tell Jim what he knew. He had hoped, however illogical hope was, that he was wrong. "Captain… the vision,… it is … coming true."

"Shhh, don't talk anymore," Kirk soothed.

"No! It is … important. There are more Romulans nearby, … almost here. We must return to the ship." The words were coming faster now, from somewhere Spock could not find. "When they beam up, the Warbird will attack the Enterprise. You must be on the ship, Jim." His voice was fading quickly. The throbbing in his head was overcoming his barriers, clouding his thoughts with pain.

Kirk tried to silence the Vulcan, and only managed to get a few words in. "Spock, there's no way off the planet. Scotty is not--"

"He beamed up the others. He will beam us up as well. There will be time… there will be time," he murmured, fading out of consciousness for a moment.

"It appears he did." Kirk looked around; he heard more firefights coming closer. "But why?"