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Saavik rose and walked over to one of the slabs protruding from the walls that served as the only places to sleep in the cell. “David, come and sit down,” she calmly said.

Drained of all emotion, as well as any remaining motivation for action, David simply did as he was told, robotically crossing the room and seating himself beside her. He envied her stoic Vulcan calmness as Saavik locked her gaze upon him.

“We are in agreement that they cannot be allowed to acquire the secrets of the Genesis technology,” Saavik said. “And as long as we live, they will seek to retrieve it from our minds. Logically, we must convince them that we do not have the knowledge they seek.”

David nodded. “Okay,” he said.

“I will have to join with your mind to prepare you for your next interrogation,” Saavik continued. “I admit that I never received much training in the esoteric mental disciplines, and certainly I have never melded with a human before. But the fact that we have been intimate together should facilitate the process.”

David let out a snort, spraying specks of blood from his nose onto his tunic. “Gosh, you make it sound so sexy when you say that.”

“David, please try to concentrate,” Saavik reprimanded him. “We may not have much time. Look at me.”

David looked at her. Although she had the benefit of not yet having been subjected to Klingon interrogation, she still looked amazingly composed, and strikingly beautiful. The only real evidence of their harrowing captivity was the bloodstains down the front of her tunic, deposited there by David amid his tears just minutes earlier. David considered the traumatic events of Saavik’s childhood, and how she had seemingly drawn strength from them, and now her impressive demeanor provided just enough inspiration to make him believe that, just perhaps, they could survive this. Saavik reached out with both hands and touched his face, her fingertips gently prodding the area around his temples, slowly moving to find an optimal position.

“My mind to your mind,” she said.

David felt a brief moment of disorientation. He could still see Saavik seated before him, but suddenly his mind seemed unable to reconcile that visual data with the sense of her presence-both next to him and within him. Yet he wasn’t alarmed; rather, his trust in her made the sensation oddly comforting.

“My thoughts to your thoughts.”

David closed his eyes, and the conflicting visual sensations became clearer. In fact, he now realized that he was seeing his own face through Saavik’s eyes, and it wasn’t a pretty sight-his visage was blemished with welts and bruises, his left eye was a purplish mass beginning to swell shut, and his nose and mouth were caked with dried blood. Perhaps sensing the discomforting effect of the view, Saavik closed her own eyes, and without the visual distractions, David found himself awash in a sea of thoughts, memories, ideas…and he wasn’t even sure which ones were his.

David, he heard Saavik’s voice, though he realized she wasn’t actually speaking-instead, he seemed to somehow feel the words within his mind. Concentrate…. Your knowledge of the Genesis technology is found within your memories. We must visualize a system of organization.

The words were cryptic, and yet David understood precisely her meaning. The maelstrom of images surrounding him began to coalesce-to arrange themselves into recognizable patterns, individual bound codices, sorting themselves methodically…categorically.

Surrounding him, an image began to come into focus of four walls…a comforting room, rustic and antiquated in its design, with chairs and a sofa, lit by the blaze of a fireplace, with hardwood floors and shelves…lots and lots of shelves. And onto the shelves, archaic bound paper books representing all the accumulated knowledge of his life fell into place. He stood enclosed within a quaint but familiar library-the official archive of his mind.

Next to him in the room stood Saavik, looking about with approval. Excellent, Saavik