. . . Earth. . .

. . . February 2nd, 2259 . . .11:48 AM. . .

"Why do you want me to autopsy my colleague's dead body?" M'Benga asked.

Nyota sighed.

"We just want to be sure." Nyota said.

"It has been three weeks," M'Benga said. "I haven't seen my friend coming back to life."

Nyota stepped forward.

"I want to be sure there is a man in that damn coffin and not some engineered body," Nyota said. "Or else it will be a great conspiracy going on that we don't know the half of!" Nyota said. "I need to know, Spock needs to know,and we need to know if the man we said goodbye to last week is still in there."

By this point she was crying.

"Fine," M'Benga said. "I will do it."

M'benga opened the coffin and stepped back covering his nose.

"What the hell?" Nyota said, covering her nose.

"Out!" M'Benga said, grabbing her by the shoulder and headed on the way out.

"What is inside that coffin?" Nyota asked.

M'Benga slapped an alarm to which there was red lights going on. He practically shoved her out of the room along with him. The doors locked behind them. He looked over to see the smoke drifting out of the coffin. He had let go of her shoulder. Nyota had uncovered her nose. He turned back from the window in the direction of Nyota.

"That coffin has the body of a bio-hazard," M'Benga said. "That had no body of a harmless human being."

Nyota's gaze was fixated on the glass window to the morgue.

"He is still alive." Nyota said.