The Captain materializes before me, his eyes sweeping the dark backstage.
"No Klingons? I thought that's what it'd take for you to ask me for help."
He's serious, though: his eyes slide toward Spock then snap back to me.
The anxious University President steps forward to grab Kirk's hand. "I've got twelve hundred people out there expecting a speaker."
In a fraction of a second, Kirk flips from warrior mode to a thousand watt smile. "Let's do this."
Grinning, Kirk turns and marches out onto the stage like a rock star, arms in the air.
And the audience loses it.