Later, Spock would learn that Sulu wrote a novel regarding his adventure and everyone's names were different. He read his scenes closely, analyzing them, that so happened to be in the book shelf. He would find himself in several scenes that took place on Vulcan. The mentions of Jackson Lee Port being the Wulcain Ambassador. The scenes where he was alone the most made Spock just realize how lucky he was. In both timelines. Spock would close the book then return it to its place. As of this moment, he is returning from finishing the organization in the basement. McCoy was softly speaking with a young woman with black curly hair and black eyes, betazoid most likely, bearing some resemblance to Khan himself in his hayday. There were few pictures of Khan that lingered from the Eugenic Wars. They were in the hallway instead of the meeting area. Perhaps McCoy didn't trust himself to be around her alone.

"I am sorry that your grandmother is dead,Katherine." McCoy said.

"I am not surprised," Katherine said. "She was always by his side. I am just surprised she lasted that long without him."

Spock had the chess game placed along his side. Then again, she was half betazoid. Made complete sense why McCoy opted to speak with her in public. He didn't trust himself to be alone with her the lobby on a couch that had a picture of a well aged Marla on the table. Along side it was Khan's picture. He could see while passing it that the arm looked like it went through the frame right over to Marla's shoulder. So warm between them despite being two photographs apart. There was a prosthetic rose laid between the two photographs. He could tell it was prosthetic as it lacked thorns but did have leaves that were oddly shaped in the shape of hearts.
Spock arrived onto the patio outside of the building.

"My apologies," Spock said. "I had to organize the basement game aisle with Mr Sulu." He placed the chess board on the table. "You have truly missed out on variety of games. Have you heard of the selfie game? Take a picture in different positions then move the camera piece onto another block." He was organizing the chess pieces. "Humans were obsessed with their appearances in the late 21st century. I understand how my second forefather Solkar must have felt toward humanity after hearing these games."

He looked up toward Jim.

"Of course I am related to him," Spock said. "My family has been in the business of Ambassador duties long before Solkar's father was born." Spock paused, considering, looking back. "Which I am unfortunate to not recall exactly. My memory, as of lately, has been dwindling. As a old Vulcan saying goes: old age is a pain in the ass."

Jim had a skeptical look.

"I took the liberty to make it condensed and, in McCoy's words, easier to understand." Spock said.

Spock slid forward a chess piece.

"Your move." Spock said.