"It would be logical that we do not cross paths in the near future, Mrs Kirk," Spock informed the woman.

Winona held the baby in George's blue jacket. She stared back at the Ambassador half alarmed. George and Robau were in the back answering questions from the press. The two were surrounded by star fleet security officers who were taller then the elder. Completely blocking the view. Spock had his duffle bag slipped onto his shoulder. She raised an eyebrow, perplexed, at the unexpected request. A part of Winona was dismayed.

"Why?" Winona asked.

"Because I fear that if I stay, I may make more changes then necessary with Jim's development," Spock said, looking toward the child. He grazed the side of the baby's face. Jim's eyes were closed. Spock's sad, brown old eyes toward the woman's eyes with a tinge of sadness. "it is best that I stay out of his life between stardate 2265 and 2266."

"You meet him between those two stardates," Winona said.

"Yes," Spock said. "One hundred years younger."

"I look forward to hearing of you," Winona said.

Spock had a small nod.

"As do I," Spock said. "I can only hope that our next meeting is under better circumstances."

"Ambassador, you are no trouble at all," Winona said. Then she looked over toward the Ambassador with concern in his silence. She placed her free hand on the Vulcan's shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Are you all right?"

"I am fine, Mrs Kirk," Spock lied. Winona narrowed her eyes toward the Vulcan.

"That is a load of bullshit," Winona said.

Spock came to a stop in front of the side walk then turned in the direction of the woman. A dark, long car with a roof came to a halt alongside the sidewalk. The security officers gently guided the woman away from the Ambassador, "Ambassador!" she called, as Spock slid his way into the car's passenger seating. The voices became muffled and unclear within the car. He put the duffle bag alongside him onto the seat and buckled himself up. Spock placed his hands onto his lap. The Jellyfish was moved to a location where people wouldn't take pictures of it. They had been met up at a landing bay that was off limits to civilians. Winona watched the hover-limo drive away.

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Star Fleet central was calm and composed. When Spock looked down at the floor there was the familiar emblem. The two leaves beside the star that had a sling shot going around it. The stars surrounding the emblem. Security was taking care of his belongings for him. Spock noticed there were many differences in the building. It was different and non-renovated. Circa-late 2230′s. He looked at it like a stranger in a place he didn't belong. A commodore appeared out of thin air coming to his side. That he could tell because of the bold yellow block with two bands beside it. Spock recognized Commodore Charles Culber, an officer who died during the war in 2256 against the Klingons after his retirement.

"Mr Spock," Charles greeted him.

"Commodore," Spock greeted him.

"The others are waiting for you upstairs," Charles said. "the trip must not been easy for you."

"It was adequate," Spock said. "the ride was smooth yet disturbed."

"So you're really a Vulcan from the future," Charles said. Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I am," Spock said.

"When Admiral Phlox said that a Vulcan from the future had came, I was, um, uh, at best, skeptical," Charles said. "they do live long but I highly doubt that they would come back in time. It's illogical to do that–"

Spock held his hand up.

"I understand your initial disbelief, Commodore," Spock said, linking his hand to his back.

"Come along, Ambassador," Charles said.

Charles was a dark man with curly dark hair. He had broad shoulders just like his son Hugh. Spock recalled coming across Hugh in his twilight years during a banquet with the crew of the Enterprise and his bondmate. The elevator brought them up playing musical instrumental sound tracks. The doors opened before them once the elevator came to a stop. Charles was the first one out of the elevator leading him in. There was a long table with Admirals ranging in age. Spock ran though his speech mentally. There was two empty chairs. One that was filled by Charles. Spock came to the one that was set in the center. A familiar position that he had been in many times as a Ambassador mediating between alien species for the federation. He sat down into the chair in front of the table.

"You are quite aware of who I am due to the report the captain had sent to Star Fleet command," Spock began. "there is a increasingly vital matter we must discuss before any other matter."

"And what is that?" Admiral Archer asked.

"Humpback whales," Spock said.

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Robau awoke that morning to find on the news there was whales on the screen. A dozen so whales. The news reporters were taken back. There was complete silence from the set as their mouths were left open. The bulletin indicated that they had suddenly appeared out of thin air coming by San Fransisco. The Vice Admiral stared at the screen as the ages of the whales were being said. He saw the backsides of ten whales. Hadn't the whales been extinct? He sat down onto the couch bewildered.

How could they have been hidden?

Not known for so long?

Theoretically, it could be plausible if no one looked for them.

It was incredible.

Humans being reintroduced to their animal neighbors.

It had to be the Ambassador's doing.