Being back in the room hardly seemed an improvement to Uhura. Although out of sight of McCoy's wife, who she had no particular urge to meet at the moment, the situation and his talk of her driving all curiosity from her in that respect, this brought them within range of McCoy's father again and the urge to comfort him was strong. Pursing her lips, she listened to McCoy, but found herself shaking her head.

"What happens tomorrow morning?" she asked, keeping her voice hushed. "If your father's dying, delaying one day can't change that much, can it?"