You open the old time novel, where the heart is gone, and the hero would be me

Part 2

Time becomes longer when resting down.

McCoy would agree with it, 1701%.

Sometimes it came to his advantage.

He rested in his seat with both hands on his lap. He focused on the part of Spock's katra. To attempt a live katra chat, one that the doctor commonly used when he was bored just to argue with the Vulcan, had its physical disadvantages. It brought pain on McCoy's side. Spock, on the other hand, was unharmed. It wasn't fair but the price to speaking with him between thousands of light years was worth it. McCoy stood in the center of the darkness mentally. He saw a empty space before him. There was no one there standing where the Vulcan would be. There was no disk in front of him glowing blue. Memories highlighted by the blue colors around them.

Spock. . .

McCoy reached out.

Not ya, too.

McCoy felt along for the link gripping on to it.

Too soon.

Was it selfish of him to think that?

Spock.

McCoy flinched.

Spock!

McCoy tugged at the link only to bring it back to see that it was cut in half.

SPOCK, I KNOW YA THERE! ANSWER ME!

He fell down to his feet. He can sense the Vulcan was alive. The link was wrong. He could not be dead. Spock was too stubborn to die. Too Vulcan, too human, too diplomatic to go so soon. McCoy called out the Vulcan's name, in hope, that he could get a reply. He heard his voice echo back at him. Instead of being upset, he was angry. There was darkness around him as he clutched onto the link. McCoy let go of the link. It was a link that Spock never really spoke about even after the human brought it up afterwards on the USS Enterprise A. McCoy slipped out of the katra chat. Wherever Spock was, the conversation could not be held between that vastness of distances. The car ride was still going. And McCoy was still angry at Spock.