Emotional,physical, and mental

Visible but not even there

It has been one month and three weeks since Cadet James T. Kirk went missing.

Spock's hearing had recovered.

"Our refreshments replenty themselves after one of them has been taken," Carcho, the leader of a civilization that had recently achieved Warp drive,explained gesturing over toward the table that had rows and rows of beverage and healthy snacks earning a raised eyebrow from the Vulcan and a delighted expression on Pike's face. McCoy, however, appeared to be uneasy. "Would you require some water, Doctor McCoy?"

"No, thank you," Bones shook his head.

"I would, though." Pike said.

Carcho took a bottle of water from the shelf.

Something does not feel right, McCoy thought.

Even after serving under a new captain (who was technically his first) and serving alongside him on a few missions, it still felt . . . odd. Usually, by now, they would be either captured and the Enterprise and her crew of one thousand would be threatened sending her tumbling down through the orbit down to the planet side. Every time the Enterprise would be saved, and they would be out of harms way. But, under Pike's captaincy, nothing eventful happened. Nothing like being captured. Though McCoy would be plagued by 'odd feelings' about people. Ones McCoy didn't have before going into space.

McCoy dubbed it 'The Kirk Curse'.

"No. . ." The voice was hoarse and familiar. "I will not."

Spock looked over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised to see no one there.

Odd, Spock thought turning his head away.

"Mr Spock," Carcho said. "What is your favorite indulgent?"

"Vulcan fruit," Spock said. "And Plomeek soup."

"Ah, a vegetarian." Carcho said.

"Vulcan fruit is quite rare to find outside of New Vulcan," Spock mentioned. "And I would find it hard to believe you can replicate that which you have no record of."

"We recreate our food through memories," Carcho said. "And then we make it solid again."

McCoy eyed Carcho.

"So you can bring food to life by memories?" McCoy asked.

"Yes," Carcho said. "We have the crystalline ball that sends the data to our food reproduction machine."

The room they were in was apparently the 'show-off' one.

"Crystalline?" Pike said, lowering the bottle with a raised eyebrow.

"We have had it for two centuries and it aided in the restoration of our culture," Corcho said, with a fellow of his kind approaching appearing to be deeply worried and concerned. This was his personal advisor Karn who whispered into his ear. A smile grew on Corcho's face then he dismissed his advisor. "The room is prepared for this hour."

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"All you must do is place your hands on the crystal." Karn said.

Spock placed his long bony fingers on the crystalline object.

"Then think about the fruit." Karn instructed.

For McCoy, the crystalline ball was attached to a strange machine that had several attachments that lead to a plate on what was a table. The room was decorated in pictures of the seasons featuring the strange antenna themed people with black fur having fun in them. There was something off about these 'Tarvians' that claimed to be peaceful. From all the empty halls, the seemingly redecorated suit of knight-like armor, the silver transparent cases with models in the shape of what was not inside the cases that once had held weapons replaced by artifacts, and it was so damn obvious they were pretending. Pike seemed to be oblivious to it all.