The planet had a pulchritudinous standard; the greenery shone in the reddish sunlight, and the yellow-orange sand reminded him of the home world he left behind. Sarek stood motionless in front of his window, watching one of the three suns dip below the horizon. Weariness was beating down on him like a drum; the previous meetings had been both mentally and physically exhausting. There was nothing more Sarek wanted to do but sleep, but there was something itching at the back of his mind, something that he "just couldn't put his finger on", as the humans would say. The forgetfulness feeling had initially arrived during the first of his many meetings, but it was soon swept away in the current of political coalitions and diplomatic standings. It wasn't until he arrived back in his designated room that the strange, discontented feeling began pounding in the back of his head. There was no reason he should be experiencing this emotion of. . . of longing. He was the ambassador, he had been on diplomatic missions alone before. Although, he realized, Amanda had been recently accompanying him on the latest of his assignments, though her presence, or lack-thereof, should have no effect on him. His eyebrows furrowed closer to each other as another sun fell below the skyline, and Sarek was left pondering why he suddenly found himself wondering if Amanda was experiencing the same feeling he was.