. . . August 12th, 1992. .

. . . 9: 32 PM . . .

"So this is goodbye." John-Luc said.

"Goodbye." I said.

John-Luc looked at me strangely.

". . . Did you get your emotions turned off?" John-Luc said.

I nodded.

"And are you happy about it?" John-Luc asked.

"In technical terms, I am." I said.

John-Luc had a soft smile.

"What-ever makes you happy." John-Luc said.

"Captain, the shuttle is ready to take lift off." Data said, from inside the shuttle.

I held my hand out.

"Lets shake on it," I said. "On your war ending sometime this decade."

John-Luc shook my hand.

"Good luck to your war." John-Luc said.

I shared a nod to the older man then stopped shaking hands.

"Goodbye, my Vulcan friend." I said.

John-Luc held his right hand up. His middle finger pressed alongside his index finger and his thumb pressed against his index finger. I recognized the hand sign as the one from Star Trek: The Original Series. That was the Vulcan hand sign.

"Live long and prosper." John-Luc said.

That was the Vulcan's way of 'god speed'.

I put my hands into my pockets watching the old Vulcan board the ship. I watched the door close shortly after the Vulcan entered. I heard the sound of grass being bent by what is apparently shoes. I turned around to see Mulder with a shot gun aimed at direction. I could see the red glow in his eyes. I heard the shuttle take off from the ground.

"Remember what I told you, Fox." I said.

"You have been terminated." Mulder said.

I closed my eyes.

And I didn't sense much pain afterwards.

My last thought?

I am sorry, Spock.