Jim breathed, in and out and in and out and in again, and finally straightened, shoulders back and head lifting to face the cabin window that looked out into the far-reaching expanse of space. Stars pricked, fading and brightening once more, and Jim's voice was a low murmur when he eventually ordered: "Computer, send a message to Commander Spock. Ask that he meet me in the ready room in ten minutes-there's been a change in plans for our next assignment." * Jim is sent back to Tarsus IV. [Halloween submission for http://thissimplefanzine.tumblr.com's Issue Two.]