He’d never meant to be so long.

He’d struggled between rushing up the stairs and taking the lift. The lift might be a little faster if he timed it right and so he rushed over to that. His heart pounded hard in his side.

As  long as the apartment was not empty, Spock could handle anything else. Had handled it ever since the first time they’d met with him.

Spock ran down the corridor toward the door. He waved his hand over the entry lock.

Please. Please do not be empty. Please be there. Waiting.

The door opened and Spock walked in.