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Brig
Uhura closed her eyes tightly. She could hear Chekov sobbing across the room and felt hard pressed
not to join him.
After the comm went silent everything went crazy. Spock and Chekov had been more or less silent.
But she Scotty and Sulu were all yelling, begging, demanding to be let in. The exact things they all said
were still a haze in her mind. All she had felt had been desperation.
She vaguely remembered one of the Security guys…Johnson… saying that if they kept acting like this
he would have no choice but to arrest them.
At the time it hadn't mattered. All that had mattered was getting into that building to see Kirk.
To explain. To apologize.
To crawl out of the gullet of the nightmare.
The next thing she recalled was several security guards dragging her and the others away.
They never got closer than fifty meters from Kirk's house. (Fifty point five meters to be precise.)
And now she and the rest of the Senior staff were in the brig for public nuisance and attempt at breaking
and entering.
She buried her face in her hands.
The dream was shattered and the nightmare unending.