He was coming.
The thought pounded through her brain as T'Pol struggled against the tide of mind-altering substances that had been fed into her body. Since her arrival … here, wherever here actually was, her captors had experimented with a wide variety of drugs in their attempts to find one that would function with her biochemistry, and as a result, she felt … disconnected, detached. Her control remained mostly intact and she suspected that she was lucid enough to resist their primitive attempts at interrogation, but this was still an uncomfortable experience.
T'Pol tried not to think of the similarity to when Silik had interrogated her. At least there was no pain. Yet.
She had only recently regained consciousness, although she'd spent several long minutes feigning a continued torpor wh
