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[Not long after this post from the Malnosso's new therapist, there is a huge racket going on at the Welcome Center. His rage at the thought of being taken to therapy and his instability in Luceti has gone over the edge and Walter is screaming and throwing chairs and bed mattresses, lamps and anything else he can get his hands on. The tirade is caught on video as he throws his journal across the room, smashing it into the wall and jolting it on. It shows him upside down.]

I will not go! They can't make me!

Peter! Peter!! [He picks up a glass and smashes it against the far wall.]

Disgusting, dirty, everything is contaminated with their evil! They're watching our every move! Everything we do! Our entire lives - our privacy, our names!

Damn vipers among our ranks and we can't even ferret them out?!

I won't go! I will NOT be taken again!! Peter! You can't let them take me again!

[He grabs a lamp and smashes it against the floor repeatedly.]

I'll find how you watch us and I'll destroy it! I'll find it and destroy it!!!

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I'm a scientist. I don't see why you need to question my abilities! I've likely been in a lab longer than you've been alive!

[Spock could have argued, but... he should respect his elders. So, he bows his head.]

Of course. Please, allow me to show you to my lab. However... may I first tend to your hands?

[Spock pointedly looks at Walter's hands... you're bleeding dude.]

...Oh.

[He forgot about that. He looks down at his hands.]

I forgot, yes. I should do something about this.

Please follow me.

[He grabs a small first aid kit (every building like this has one of course, right?), and leads them into the bathroom.

Spock wishes he had gloves right now... Ka'adith.]
Please hold out your hands.

Do you often succumb to throwing furniture around?

[Bathroom, mirrors, sink. Sink. Walter turns the warm water on and starts washing his hands.]

Only when necessary.

...It happens rarely.

[Spock had to refrain for sighing as he gingerly grabbed the man's hand, and held it aloft. With his other hand, Spock grabbed a pair of tweezers and started to methodically pick glass out of Walter's hand.]

I am having difficulty imagining when it would be a necessary occurrence, however I am pleased to know that you do not do it often.

While I tend to your hand, perhaps you could tell me what tests you would like to run in my lab? [Spock would have to get other supplies depending on what Walter wanted to do.]

Imagination is the key to understanding most of what I do, Mr. Spock.

[He is quietly pleased that he can say that.]

First, scans of all electronics to see if anything is being bugged. Second, a spectrometer to analyse the composition of our wings. Scalpels and a microscope to see about this barcode. Somehow these are also linked to our monitoring.

[Spock glances quickly at the man, then back down to the hand he's working on... bandaging it up when it's finally clean of glass.]

And what if all of this has already been done? What then?

Then do them again.

[He pulls his hand away before it can be fully bandaged, feeling his anger kick up again.]

Science isn't done by simply conducting an experiment once or twice. There are hundreds of thousands of possibilities - millions of variables that can change the answer even if the process itself remains relatively unchanged. Weather patterns, foreign contaminant, accidental discovery! Do you think Einstein found his theory by trying only once?

[Spock huffs and takes Walter's hand again, attempting to finish bandaging the hand.]

Please cease moving.
I merely want to instill caution in you. The Malnosso are unforgiving in their efforts to keep us...

...tame. However, I will help you with your experiments, as well as give you access to my lab.

The challenge is what makes it worth doing.

How did you make your lab here? I need to recreate my own. I can only borrow for so long. It makes me uncomfortable.

[Spock finished wrapping Walter's hand... then moves on to the other one.]

I have been here for approximately fourteen point two months, in that time I have been able to build my own lab 'from scratch' as they say. It took time, and there are always various pieces of equipment appearing in the items shop. I usually check everyday just in case.

May I inquire as to why it makes you uncomfortable?

[Over a year to build a lab? Oh hellllll no.]

No, I can't wait that long. A year here could be devastating to my universe and to the parallel one. We were on a collision course - the coming storm. It cannot be stopped or halted, and even if time 'stops' as they say, it's impossible. In small increments, invisible to the common observer, our universes must still be moving forward. We will miss things. Time cannot freeze.

[He turns away before Spock can finish his other hand, moving to leave the bathroom.]

Things aren't where they're supposed to be. Alphabetize something and someone else moves it back. I have to know my lab and I can't if it isn't mine.

You said you were a scientist? Can it not be possible for time to freeze? You do not, as they say, 'practice as you preach'.

We exist in an anomaly, a place that should not exist. Perhaps you should consider that in your calculations before you come to any conclusions.

You are not the only one that does not wish to remain here Mister Bishop.

[Spock dries his hands and leaves the bathroom as well.]

Do what you wish. I live at house number two should you decide to utilize my lab.

[Spock starts to walk away.]

Even in a bubble universe, a pocket universe, there is still time moving. [He pushes through the wreckage and finds a pen, starting to write on the walls.] Time cannot be stopped, only displaced. The time we experience here may be accelerated compared to what we experience at home, but that does not mean time stops where we are from. For time to stop, it would cause a cataclysmic event.

[Mathematical formulas begin to clutter the walls, theorems on how time and space intertwine.]

Essentially, we are trapped in a pocket, but in infinitesimal ways, time in our individual universes are still moving forward. The span of a blink of an eye perhaps, but even that small blip could cause an unravelling...

[He stops and notices that Spock is leaving, his pen pausing. He doesn't turn around, but he does tilt his head in Spock's direction.]

...A-and thank you. Peter always said it was difficult to deal with me. Your patience is appreciated.

[Then he goes back to writing on the walls.]

[That causes the Vulcan to stop... and look back at the man.]

May I inquire as to your need for haste in returning home?

[Does Spock actually feel bad? If he was asked, he would deny it, stating that it is a human emotion that Vulcans lack.. or control... whatever.
The man is obviously a genius... and it makes Walter all the more a curiosity to Spock.]

...My world is being destroyed.

[His pen slows.]

Two things can't occupy the same space, one must give and...to destroy one to save another, a sacrifice greater than anything imaginable must be made. The calm before the storm is now, but soon, the worlds will start to crumble. I know it. Belly and I both foresaw it.

[He digs the pen into the wall and then starts writing again, formulas giving him solace where his own thoughts won't.]

You are familiar with the theory of parallel universes?

I am quite familiar with it, yes.

[More than most would know.]

What would be given though?

[The Vulcan takes a step closer to the wall, looking over some of the equations.]

Then you understand what would happen if both universes were to merge and try to occupy the same space.

[He finishes one string and moves to another, jumping from place to place seemingly without any sense of logic until Spock asks that question. His pen freezes mid-number.]

...My son. My only son.

As if God himself were punishing me for what I did over twenty years ago. He asks for my son as the key to stopping the destruction of our universes.

[Spock's brows furrow as he regards Walter.]

What is it that your son has that would prevent universal destruction?

...He died in my universe.

[He clutches the pen to his chest.]

He died from a degenerative disease, it ravaged him so quickly I couldn't create a cure. But the other me - he almost had it, but missed the reaction. I recreated and stabilized his compound, crossed the universe barrier to save my son...but everything went wrong.

[Walter sits on an overturned mattress, putting his hands to his head, covering his eyes.]

I couldn't save him without bringing him back, but then I couldn't return him. He's a child of two worlds. The only one the machine responds to.

[Spock didn't know what to say. He didn't have enough information to make a logical conclusion...

...but he truly hoped it wasn't as it sounded.]

Mister Bishop, what machine? What went wrong? [It was vitally important.]

I-I don't know. It's ancient, far older than anything recorded on our planet, left by what were called the First People. [He looks up at Spock, tears in his eyes.] My son is the key to powering the machine, but it will kill him. I will lose him and I have to let him go so he can save the world.

[Spock's brows furrowed...]

Do you know that for certain? [If there was a chance for a small grain of hope, then they could at least explore other theories.]

[He searches his pockets, but they're empty. He hasn't found the drawing since coming to Luceti, even though he searches.]

He has proven that the machine only reacts to him, but... there was a drawing - an ancient drawing that showed us... I don't have it anymore. [Walter keeps searching, turning his pockets inside out]

Confound it! Is nothing where it needs to be anymore?!

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