Everyone except for the nurses had gone to the mess hall that was one floor up. Harden was sitting across from Chapel at a table where a closed luggage of the sorts was laid. It had the label Jumanji imprinted on it with a unusual drawing and unique carving. Harden had a bad feeling about it with her arms folded. She had never seen this before. She had been even more surprised when Chapel came forward to her gleefully exclaiming, "Look what Mr Spock found!" nearly startling her. The doors to the nursing home were locked preventing anyone from entering at the time being due to it being lunch time.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Harden said, as Chapel took the latches off.

"Relax," Chapel said. "This is a new game.

"New?" Harden said. "Mr Sulu made it sound it is nothing new. "

"No one played this game for years and there is not exactly reviews about it." Chapel said, sliding the game onto the table. "Come on. Give it a shot."

Harden sighed.

"Fine." Harden said.

Chapel smiled sliding open the secret compartment using his right hand. The next his hand was away from it on the edge of the couch leaned forward. Harden had her eyes closed, then she opened one eye, and then the other with a relieved but still her co-worker had a terrified look on his face. He had his eyes opened the entire time when the game ended. The dark horse was set on the middle of the gem in the center of the board. They had a terrified expression on both their faces. Chapel leaned back then paced the room going through his hair while he trembled. Harden snatched the piece putting it back into the compartment with beads of sweat coming down her skin. She closed the case seeing the words vanished before her eyes.

"We should destroy it." Harden said.

"After all the hell it brought us?" Chapel said. "We should ditch it to the Borg and let them destroy themselves with this game!"

"It was your idea to play it." Harden reminded Chapel.

"But I didn't think ALL THAT would happen." Chapel said, gesturing toward the case. "I . . ." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I just can't believe it." He put his hands on his hips appearing. "All of that would happen." He sat back into the chair rubbing his forehead appearing to be distressed. Harden had the box laid on her lap. "We should send it to the new Vulcan Ambassador. The one who likes old things."

"No!" Harden shouted.

"Yes." Chapel said. "He would understand the grave consequences behind it and keep it safer than this nursing home can."

Harden paused.

"We are going to make sure that . . . what we saw won't happen. Right?" Harden asked.

"It won't." Chapel said, sharply. "If we tip off the Koloth and his band of Klingons. . . I think we're good."

"Mr McCoy. . ." Harden briefly closed her eyes fighting back tears.

"It. Won't. Happen." Chapel repeated, over to her side, one hand on her shoulder.

Harden looked up, her eyes filled by growing tears.

"It won't." Harden said.

Chapel nodded.

"Let's send it to Picard and make sure we don't get a bad future." Chapel said.