As the old year draws to a close, one can't help but reflect on what hasn't been done and what can never be reclaimed. Say what you will about this year, it is lost, it is gone. And as I look around me I can honestly say there is no group that I would rather be with to face the grim specter of death racing with blinding speed so inexorably towards us.
Jim, you've got to get Spock to Vulcan. –Bones, I will. I will as soon as this mission-- –No! No, right away. If you don't get him to Vulcan within a week, eight days at the outside, he'll die. He'll die, Jim!