
There's not enough tea in the world, either.
I'd track down McCoy and see if he wanted to knock back a few, but at this rate, I'm half expectin' the universe to just blank out around me. Haven't heard a thing from the Captain or Mister Spock in quite awhile, and that's more'n a bit worrisome. The most I managed to figure out today was that the transporters on the other Enterprise must have similar safety protocols to our own, but ye can hardly call that a good day's work.
There's not a whole lot about this mess that makes sense, but o' course, it's not the first time we've had such things happen. This just happens to be more unnerving than the usual; even that jaunt into the parallel universe where the lot of us were aboard a ship of assassins and murderers was just a brief thing, not prolonged, and our biggest goal then was gettin' home.
Anyway, though, I've got the science division tryin' to figure things out. They're not my department, but if Spock's in a bad way, and the Captain's... busy, then it falls on us to go lookin' for solutions. If nothin' else, it'll give 'em somethin' to focus themselves on in that department.
Wish I could claim the same for myself.
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