She had not been sleeping. With the sky so clear and the view so unobstructed, the island was the perfect place for stargazing. The stars changed, but that was fine with Uhura. Any night could bring something familiar or something strange; either way the starts comforted her.

Night dreaming of space, of places and of people far away, she only blinked her eyes for a moment and found herself in the simple little room, soft sunlight streaming through a window. Nothing could do that, not transporters or any technology well-known in the Federation. Only questionable forces: the Providers, Trelane, the island. Uhura didn't have to wonder long about which was at work now.

"Where are we?" she asked, pushing up from her chair.