<blockquote>The odds that he should know any of the universe’s surviving Vulcans – his father and his younger self and the Council members excepted – are astronomical, though with no human comrades to irritate or amuse with this pedantry, he doesn’t quote them. And yet, two days after the refugees begin to arrive at the Federation’s hastily-prepared camp in Earth’s Tunisia, he sees her; a young woman, distantly beautiful, part of the group forsaking food and sleep to wait by the shuttle ports.</blockquote>