"Everyone ok?" Dylan said. "Rommie?"
"I'm ok, Dylan," she said. "I feel better…"
"Ok…" Dylan trailed off.
Worf shook his head as he started to climb up from the floor, a dark-haired woman next to him. She had forehead ridges like Worf, but they were softer, not as pronounced.
"Worf?" she said. "Is that really you?"
Worf turned to her "K'Eleyr?" He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "But…how can this be?"
Dylan took a step forward. "Mr. Worf?" he said cautiously.
Worf turned to Dylan. "Captain Hunt." He looked towards the other side of the room. "What has happened?"
"We're going to figure this out," Dylan said, "and get you and…your friend home."
"This is K'Eleyer," Worf said. "She is my mate, but….she has been dead for years."
"News to me," K'Eyleyr quipped.