The condo was dark and silent.

Spock realized he was clenching his fists and he forced himself to release them.


He glanced toward the rain-splattered windows overlooking the city, trying to use the little bit of light coming in to see if the condo was truly empty.

Then he heard just the slightest snuffle and he could breathe again.

Spock set aside his traveler’s bag and moved forward in the darkness. Turning on the lights might be preferable but first Spock had to be sure the brightness would not be unwelcome.

He stepped toward the windows lining the one wall of the front room.