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The small boy came out of the bathroom and walked straight into the living room.

“Did you wash your hands?” Jim asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Jim smiled slightly. “Let me see.”

The boy held up his hands, palms out.

“Good. Perfect. You hungry, David?”

David nodded, eagerly.

“What do you want to eat?”

David scrunched up his face in thought.

They both turned toward the door when they heard the sound of a hover car door slamming.

“Is that…?”

David turned away from Jim, food forgotten and rushed to the door just as it opened.

Jim smiled. “Welcome home, Spock.”