With an abbreviated gasp, T’Pol jolted awake.
The first thing she realized was that she was completely and utterly alone. Apart from the sole rucksack pressed up against the wall of the small cave next to her head, there was no sign of Trip and if she had not been able to feel him in the back of her mind, she very likely would have panicked. The last thing she remembered with any real clarity was seeing Ferran topple and Trip enter her cell, his body taut with tension and his eyes filled with barely suppressed fury. He had come for her, just as she knew he would, and suddenly, the forbidden tales of pre-Surak Vulcan males who would burn worlds and cross endless expanses to reunite with their chosen mates had not seemed so unlikely. T’Pol could remember him speaking, but his words had been
