Spock and Pavel went past a group of four consisting of Christine, Koren, Pring, and Charvanek. The mood around them was light and they seemed to be enjoying each other's company. Koren's hair was up in a bun. The Bajoran's green eyes were lit up. Christine was beside Pring sipping through a straw. Koren slapped Charvanek's shoulder.

"I will see you in our quarters, Char!" Koren said.

"It is Charvanek." Charvanek said, feeling an eerie feeling traveling up her spine.

"It is Char, now." Koren said, leaving of the large group.

"You are fortunate to share your quarters with a Bajoran." Christine said, once lowering the straw from her lips. "Don't you agree, Pring?"

"I do." Pring said.

"Klingons make the worst roommates," Christine said. "They always have the music on too loud."

"They are like teenagers." Pring added.

"That is intriguing." Charvanek said.

"No, it is a pain in the ass." Christine said. "I have a grandson who is actively dating a Klingon. We shared the same quarters for a week. That wasn't my greatest hours then," She had a disappointing sigh. "I will never do that again."

"I once shared quarters with a Vulcan who listened to loud music day in and day out," Charvaneko said. "It was. . . Painful for my ears."

"That's classic rock," Pring said. "And it encapsulates emotions better than expressing them."

"I thought Vulcans like poetry, not classic rock." Christine said.

"Have you lived with one, Miss Chapel?" Charvanek asked.

"Well. . ." Christine paused, fondly, as they came into the wide hall and stepped to the sie letting Larken, Karhlee, and Evans go past them. Evans was having difficulty walking. Green came to the man's side when he started to fall catching him in his arms. Green swung one arm onto his shoulder. "I had been part of a poly marriage with two. I outlived them by three decades." She looked toward Charvanek and Pring. "Please don't say it."

"They were lucky to have a beautiful woman like you." Charvanek said, instead.

"I have to agree," Pring said. "If I met you a hundred years ago. . . I would have claimed you."

"You probably looked dashing in your prime, Pring." Christine said.

"I did." Pring said, feeling her cheeks redden.

"Girls, call me Christine." Christine said. "Do you happen to play golf?"

"Of course." Pring and Charvanek said.

"Really?" Christine asked.

"I was rising in the ranks of golf into my immediate frame up." Charvanek said.

"While my mate was away serving Star Fleet, I did other tasks than taking care of children," Pring said. "It was a relaxing form of entertainment."

Christine locked elbows with the two women.

"Let's go golfing out back," Christine said. "I heard they recently installed it."

"I would love to." Charvanek said.

The three women vanished into the crowd. Uhura was walking slower than usual. Sulu was waiting for her leaned against the wall with his arms folded. Scotty wasn't there because he had left dinner earlier because Nurse Bell had informed him he had a visitor. He could finish his dinner that was put into a dog bag or something akin to it. Spock found it illogical to refer to it as a dog bag when it was a white plastic like box with a lid and holes on the edge. The name 'Cruster' made Scotty go white. His face replaced by a shocked expression. And his hands were unable to move.

Sulu smiled back in the woman.

"Legs getting sore again?" Sulu asked.

"I am fine, Aru." Uhura said, glaring at his direction briefly. "I have a mobile walker." She gestured with her free hand to the advanced walker. "And my legs getting sore is not going to stop me from getting to the restroom. But what can stop me from getting there is having a nice short nap."

"If pennies would still around, I would have a thousand dollars for each time you over-exert yourself in the pool." Sulu said. "Remember the last time you did a summersalt into the pool?"

"That was once." Uhura said.

"And you hurt your back." Sulu said.

"That was one time." Uhura said.

"You just don't want to admit that because you don't want to be transferred to the sonic tubs." Sulu said.

"Oh?" Uhura said. "I don't think so." She went past Sulu. "I do need to check up on the plant you promised to tell me about earlier."

"Vulcan sky flower." Sulu said, following after Uhura.

Our scene went to the backside of Sweet Hill Nursing Home. Charvanek, Christine, and Pring came out through the doors. There are devices scattered about the back yard that is considerably wide with different activities set up such as ping pong/soccer, chairs, baseball, and football to name a few. There is a wide golf course consisting mostly of few Klingons, Andorians, and Bajorans. There were more Andorians than there were of Klingons and Andorians. Some of them were the second generation of Andorians to join Star Fleet in the glory era that had kicked off a reputation for Star Fleet classed ships to be weirdness magnets. Some of them wore prosthetic. A Andorian took his fake eye out to clean it using his breath to clear away some fog in the iris.

The three made their way toward the golf course joining with Karhlee and three Andorians. Karhlee was leaning against the club propped against a rock admiring the handywork. Three women had their golf bags over their shoulders which seem weightless. They were in golfing standard attire which were different from their casual every day attire. Their golfing attire consisted varied. Christine was in a blue short sleeved shirt and light blue skirt. Pring wore a pink and black vest over a short sleeved shirt on top of black pants. Charvanek was in a white sleeveless shirt that had a turtleneck and white matching pants. She had her hair curled up laid on her shoulder with a golfers hat on her hair unlike the two other women.

"After you." Christine said, gesturing for Pring to take the first club.

"No, Charvanek," Pring said. "She has more skill in using the golf club."

"I have not refined my skill in some time." Charvanek said.

"It does not matter. You have professional experience." Pring said.

"But wouldn't that be cheating using a professional?" Christine asked.

"No." Pring lied.

"Yes." Charvanek said.

"Charvanek, you go first." Christine said.

"Why should you care about a professional being in a non-competitive game?" Pring asked. "Not as though it will not be as entertaining."

"Because it won't be fun if Charvanek goes first," Christine said. "I have heard Romulans who haven't played a game over a hundred years will still beat other races at it."

Charvanek laughed.

"It does not happen often as you think it would." Charvanek said.

"How often?" Christine asked.

"As your species say, "Once in a blue moon"." Charvanek said. "But that doesn't say the same for me." She turned in the direction of the Vulcan. "Pring, you must go first."

Pring looked toward Christine then toward Charvanek then toward the two women.

"I have not been golfing for ninety-four years." Pring said. 

"We can stand dirt flying." Christine said, as she went forward whistling merrily toward a hill on the backyard of Sweet Hill Nursing home.

"I have seen worse," Charvanek acknowledged, going after Christine. "War-zones are worse than a Vulcan missing their target."

"But Vulcans never miss." Pring said.

"I am talking about the trigger-happy-Vulcans-who-embrace-their-emotions-and-support-violence." Charvanek said. "The ones who supposedly ruined my life." She stole a glare in the direction of the Vulcan. "They missed." She started to speed up. "I am still alive because of that."

The Romulan hurried in the direction of Christine.

"That is a warranted concern." Pring was only able to say about the subject.