A time for reflection.

T'zark chimed door alarm.

His thoughts were in turmoil... the past events of the last few hours after their return poignantly clear in his mind. The klingons the orbital attack all the dead and dying... those horrid black suited and seemingly undying cyborg characatures of living beings - unrelenting seemingly unstoppable.

But especially the absolute terror and utter panic in Mirenne's lovely eyes, the familiar softness of her touch when twice he had to seize her to protect her from harm. His mind reeled with how much he had wanted to kiss her in those brief moments... but now he feared for her mental health. He had never seen her so terrified so... out of possession of her faculties. She had obviously to him contacted something mentally and it had... briefly unhinged her reason.

And what of poor Ensign Pren? Infected with something injected by one of those cyborg monstrosities... would she live... or become like the obviously newly 'taken' Klingons that were part of those lumbering, mindless, soulless things?

T'zark's fear for Mirenne... his love for her was stronger than his fear of the pain of her rejection...

So here he was again... at her door.. but this time... it was time they talked not the least about how she was dealing with the last incident with the 'Guardian of Forever'... at least before the world and all it contained vanished without a trace... but also... perhaps... about them... if it seemed possible...

But right now his thoughts were only for Mirenne's well-being.

He chimed her door alarm a second time...