The Denobulan's eyes suddenly widen and he crashes forward, his raised fist going slack. In my grossly inebriated state, I twist aside-barely missing being crushed by the massive and rather putrid falling hulk.
"Well." I say brilliantly, straightening my uniform. Hell. Spock's here? I list to port but Spock grabs my arm and bodily drags me out.
"Ow…" I mutter, rubbing my armpit as Spock calls for emergency beam-out. I glance back, searching for the cute Veladian stripper.
"Jim."
One year gone. God damn it all.
"Jim. Captain Pike... I know…"
I study Spock's face and nod. He does.