"THE PERSON WHO COMMUNICATED WITH THE GUARDIAN WAS MY SON .... "

Admiral Morrow looked at Spock incredulously.

"Your - " Kirk doubted that Morrow could have looked more thunderstruck if the conference table had come to life and danced a hornpipe. It was a full thirty seconds before the admiral could speak. "I apologize, Mr. Spock ... but your personnel records never ... "

He cleared his throat. "At any rate," Morrow continued, "the important thing is that contact was established. What your son did once, he may be able to do again. Where is he?"

"I am afraid that will be impossible, Admiral." Spock said levelly, but something shadowed the dark eyes for a moment. "My son has been dead for five thousand years."