They came to the source of Nancy's screams as she had stepped back covering her mouth appearing to be horrified. Nancy came to her husbands side. McCoy oddly could feel this has happened before. It was a weird experience of 'de ja vu'. They were in a narrow passageway that once had been bridge barriers for those coming to and going, there were some rusted cables visibly in sight. The man was on the ground facing up with circular red marks dotting all over his exposed skin namely being pale. It was like all the qualities that made him alive were gone. He had a green leaf sticking out of his mouth partially and his eyes were open.
McCoy, for good measure, checked for a pulse.
"He's dead, Jim."
Hearing a different voice startled McCoy, but it sounded a lot like his counterparts voice.
"He's dead, Mitch." McCoy said, looking over to the captain.
"He put a poisonous plant in his mouth," Nancy said. "I could not stop him on time."
"Borgia," Robert said, with disgust in his voice. "That idiot."
"Pointless death . . ." Mitchell said, then he took out his communicator. "Mitchell to Enterprise, three to beam up."
"Aye aye, captain," Came Scotty's voice. "Preparin' tae beam up."
Robert and Nancy were afar from the two as the three man were being surrounded by golden floating, hovering, rings surrounding their bodies. In a golden flash they reappeared on the transporter. "One of the landin' party is dead.", Scotty reported to the bridge. "Bridge acknowledging.", Spock's voice was overheard, emotionlessly. Did being around his counterpart all those years ago expose him to what could have been in a unknowing kind of way?
McCoy did not like these feelings, period.
They were simply not logical.
There it goes again!
The word 'Logic' floating around his brain.
And he hated logic.