He left suddenly, earlier, on some unexpected Academy business, leaving me to sort the notes and Pads scattered across his desk. One scrap: a note in rough Vulcan script. I set it aside until I'm almost finished.
I could probably throw it away. I've never seen him handwrite anything important. I turn the paper, frustrated to be unable to recognize the word. Oola? Oo-la-la? I laugh at my unintended French "oo-la-la." No, that was probably NOT what he doodled. Wait, the tiny diacritical mark beside the swirl…making it…hu? And twice at the second swirl…rah?
My name…spelled phonetically in Vulcan script.