Eleanor awoke to see her son sitting by the biobed and he felt a whole lot better. Her heart eased to see him back alive. She noticed that McCoy was in a wheelchair. Her entire body felt better. As though the weight of sickness had been lifted off her frame. A smile grew on her aged face. She didn't noticed the bandage wrapped around her son's hand. He was in dark brown khaki's and a Hawaiian buttoned up shirt. And he appeared to have been well shaved. They were alone in the private quarters.

"How's my little sweetheart?" Eleanor asked.

"I am fine, ma," McCoy said.

"Where were you?" Eleanor asked. "I have been wondering all day."

"Uh, I was busy," McCoy said. "somethin' came up. I might of had a accident."

"Your boyfriend has so many good embarrassin' stories to tell," Eleanor said. "tell me ones about him."

McCoy politely smiled back.

"Ma," McCoy said. "ya know Amanda would be more than happy to tell ya that."

"She is busy with the youn' kids," Eleanor said. "New Vulcan Learnin' Center is eatin' up all her time."

"She is not that busy," McCoy said. "she was able to knit Spock another sweater and send it to him durin' last shore leave."

"But she told me otherwise," Eleanor said.

"She has a allotted time in her day, days off, much like a teacher," McCoy said. "not like ya been houndin' her for research regardin' a book that has a scenario just like that," the woman grew a guilty expression. "Ma."

"It's the main lesson behind it," Eleanor began to explain. "everyone has to be prepared for a scenario like this. Have plenty of colonies in case the entire civilization ever comes to a genocide scenario. Everythin' copied. Plants, animals, children, all of which evacuated in a quick manner. Massive evacuation shuttle crafts replaced yearly. The New Vulcan Science Academy is helpin' me. It's a damn shame that so few were able to flee Vulcan. This novel should remind people that bein' prepared for the inevitable must be taken seriously. Vulcan's don't like bein' pitied upon. And they don't want it to happen again. Sarek approached me with a offer. Make a story about Fa-tuk experiencin' this. And no, it's more like him houndin' me to finish this damn stubborn novel."

Eleanor took out her personal padd.

"So ya were doin' research . . ." McCoy said.,n

"About how difficult it must be and how devestating, sad," Eleanor said. "for the education field."

"Ma, I am not talkin' about Amanda," McCoy said.

"Oh, yes, I was doin' research regardin' evacuation protocols," Eleanor said. "their entire civilization would go extinct."

"What?" McCoy asked.

"Ya heard me," Eleanor said. "they don't have evacuation plans. Planet wise. Not a peep."

"But. . , I thought. . ." McCoy sat there perplexed. "after a event like this, other civilizations in the federation would have made plans for this sort of thing."

"Ya see?" Eleanor said. "that's the problem about the novel. They didn't make plans."

"That's a tragedy," McCoy said. "so how were ya goin' to approach it?"

"How to approach a self destructive event, how to insert the tragedy, and how to best organize a rushed evacuation by the most intelligent people on that planet. I have interviewed many doomsday preppers who have crafted massive starships to help evacuate their people on massive scales, and animal life, the educators, and so on. Unlike Vulcans who didn't do that. There wouldn't be any evidence that the Fa-tukie people signed their own death wish by not having organized, well thought out evacuation plans. They were arrogant. Most of the documents are at the federal government office. It would be the every day people who would save the day not the federal government," McCoy scrolled down on the padd. "If they were not allowed to do so, their society, as we know it, would be gone. And they would be dead as well. So I am going with the route of 'doomsday preppers save the damn day without authority blessing'. Vulcans were lucky that they had plans for such a event."

"Wow," McCoy said. "ya really researched."

"I did," Eleanor nodded, proudly. "the current chancellor didn't like it. . ." she took the padd back. McCoy raised his head up. "I was making quite a stirr for the officials by putting it into their faces."

"Ma," McCoy said. "about that. . ."

"What is it, sweetie?" Eleanor said.

"Ya can't go back there," McCoy said, earning a smile from the woman.

"Good enough, I had done all my research, was goin' to leave anyway when I got sick," Eleanor said. McCoy smiled holding his two fingers out. Spock returned the gesture coming to the man's side with his other hand laid behind his back. McCoy smiled back.

"What will you call it?" Spock asked.

"The day after Fa-tuk's last tomorrow," Eleanor said. "but that is too long."

"Actually, I quite like it," McCoy said. "it actually gives a sense of dread."

"You have written books with long titles, Miss McCoy," Spock said.

"Yes," Eleanor said. "but normally not a mouthful."

"I am sure ya will figure it out and get warmed up to it, ma," McCoy said.

"I am sure I will," Eleanor said. She looked up toward Spock. "ya, sir, look better than earlier. Ya look marvelous."