Spock watched the small passenger ship lift off with Jim inside heading directly toward Earth for a medical emergency. That is how they are going to figure out the secret of Jim Kirk his identity, hopefully. He had the golden arrow in his pocket with his science instructor Spaurk by his side. Another passenger medical ship landed on the pad that had the Star Fleet emblem. The door opened and out came two men in Star Fleet uniform.

"So where is the patient?" The first man asked.

Spock felt his whole world became blurry.

He was standing there as his instructor did most of the talking.

"Another medical ship picked him up." Spaurk said.

"Um, we are the only one assigned to pick him up." The first man said.

"You are implying your patient has been abducted against his will." Spaurk said.

The man's face became darkened.

"Why would someone abduct an elderly?" The second man asked.

Spock turned around and ran.

"Spock!" Spaurk shouted.

Spock ran and ran. All until he made to the house. He returned to the room where Jim's stuff had once been and it was empty. He had given Jim's belongings except for the golden item to the 'medics'. Spock was trembling. He was gone. Out of his life so to speak and from Vulcan. He then went to the couch and had his head positioned upwards, his head propped up by the edge of the cushion, and he put his hands on the side of his face. Today was the most painful day he ever had.

Spock lowered his hands down to his side and went over what experience he had with Jim in his life.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three gentle knocks.

Spock approached the door then he opened it to see two officers.

"Hello, I am Captain Marcus and this is my first officer Pike," The much taller man introduced himself. "We are here to ask about the abduction."

Spock looked over toward the man with much darker hair.

"My name is Spock." Spock said, then he stepped side making the door be fully opened. "Come in, would you like some tea?"

The two men shared raised eyebrows then turned back toward Spock.

"No," Captain Marcus said. "We don't."

The two star fleet officers came in and took the conversation to the living room.

"What did they look like?" Pike asked.

"Tall," Spock said. "The first one had blue eyes. Their ears appeared to be different like someone attempted to flatten their ears only they failed. The second one had green eyes. The first one was five-three and the second man was five-five. They had the same short hair cut." He held his hands together. "They appeared generally concerned for him."

"What did they ask?" Marcus asked.

"How long he's been here," Spock said. "Six years. Also how fast he's been healing. Matter of hours."

Pike leaned forward with a raised eyebrow.

"You are that kid who mailed that DNA sample," Pike said. "Do you know what you sent us?"

"No." Spock said.

"You sent us bio-engineered DNA," Pike said. "Caused quite a stir."

Marcus appeared to be impressed.

"Where is he from?" Marcus asked.

"Iowa, Earth," Spock said. "He . . . was one of you people."

The two raised an eyebrow.

"But we don't have a Jim Kirk in Star Fleet," Marcus said. "I would know if there is a Jim Kirk in Star Fleet."

"He talked like a admiral. There are specific indicators where he had nostalgia in memories that he was regaining," Spock said. "If I am interested in star fleet. . . could you. . . do me a favor and tell me when you have found him?" His eyes were full of plead. "I would greatly appreciate it."

Pike and Marcus shared a look.

"Its not going to hurt." Pike said.

"Like hell it is. He might back out." Marcus said.

"Something tells me he won't," Pike said, then turned his head toward Spock. "We will." Pike had a nod. "Now, what about the ship? Was there anything different about it?"