....13 hours later...

My hands are bound and my mouth is covered by a metal piece that feels uncomfortable to my face. Is this some kind of reunion kind of trek for the crew? Because from what I read Riker is suppose to be a Captain, Miles is supposed to be on Deep Space Nine along with Worf and Q, and the fates of the other crew members are unknown.

So confusing this is.

How can there be Junior when it seems everyone is still on the Enterprise, including Q's reaction to my question from earlier. My hands are bound behind my back. Alexander is kept at the bridge with the Romulan leading guy to get the attention of the Enterprise. Shortly afterwards I saw Alexander being guided, without a mouth bound, into a cell. Least I can say is that I am annoying in English to the Romulans.

"Stay there, in the cell," Romulan three said, putting a key into the lock. "And don't want to hear another word about your father. Your father wasn't even there!"

"My father was there!" Alexander protests.

"Cheap skake," Romulan three said, turning away.

I get up.

"You can't see the bridge?" I ask.

"No," Romulan three said. "Hey, you're suppose to be muffled!" Romulan three held up a small machine and aimed it at me. "Shut up."

I fell back sensing electricity is surgiging through my body.

Romulan three travels down the hall.

"Why don't you do me a favor and stop being a smart mouth," Alexander said, glaring back at me.

I narrow my eyes right back at Alexander.

"Excuse me," I said. "But who treated your arm and insisted they not cuff you?"

"Me," Alexander said.

"Liar," I said. "I did! I am the only reason why they freaking bothered to check up on you. So yeah, I saw you friend's throat be cut before my eyes and that is a image I cannot ever get out of my brain!"

"You don't have a brain!" Alexander shouts. "You have a processor!"

I feel sad, turning away.

"Maybe it is not worth it sticking around after tomorrow," I mumbled to myself. I look over towards Alexander. "I don't need to have a brain, processor, CPU, or something to make 100% Klingon. I already am human." I get up on my two feet sensing a pain in my knees. "And you are part human."

Alexander glares back at me.

"You are nothing human," Alexander said.

"I thought you were going to be a nice guy with some clumsyness, some redeeming qualities, and a man at best and at times tempered..." I said. "Apparently I was wrong to believe you would be accepting."

"For all I know; you might be part of a plan with Q," Alexander said.

Nobody likes Q that much, period.

"I AM NOT IN A PLAN WITH Q!" I shout. "IN FACT..." I stop myself. "I am not going to be provoked by a Klingon half breed."

Alexander growls.

"You didn't just do that," Alexander said.

"Klingon half breed," I repeat, bitterly.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" Alexander shouts, tearing through the cell.

"Goody, now run!" I shout.

Alexander is at first stunned for what I had to say.

"Klingon, get back to the cell!" Came a Romulan's shout.

Alexander fled down the hall.

The fourth Romulan and third Romulan came to my cell.

"What did you do?" The third Romulan asks.

I shrug.

"Nothing," I said.

The third Romulan aims a gun right at my chest.

"I will ask again," The third Romulan said. "What did you do?"

I stare back at the third Romulan.

"Nothing important," I said.

Suddenly I am knocked back sensing my arms being electrified. For the past 13 hours I have been contemplating how to free myself or Alexender from this ugly rack of cells and this argument apparently gave Alexander a window to escape. But for me; not so much. I sigh, sensing something wrong in my chest. I wanted to clench at my shirt but my hands are bound by the shackles.

I look down to see a bullet lodged into my chest dead set in the middle embedded inside.

Yet, I am still operating.