New Fairfield tended to be a quiet kind of place. Peaceful. A good place to be, if you happened to be displaced from your native timestream by about two centuries and some change ( Read more... )

The trip to the town of New Fairfield, Connecticut, was only about a two and a half hour drive from Princeton, but it took them until late evening to get there. First, because Sandra had to coordinate with an eager-to-help Jane, who said that the gentlemen could hide there as long as they needed. Then, because they had to discuss a few more ( Read more... )

When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk til dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you...

-Frank Sinatra, In the Wee Small Hours of the MorningThe thing that stuck most strongly with Scotty about October in New Jersey was the smell; it was musty and sort of sweet, in a way.  He couldn't ( Read more... )

It was dark again when Scotty woke up, half-twisted in sheets and still a little groggy.  It actually took him a few moments of laying there in that darkness to get his bearings, and remember where he was, and remember when he was ( Read more... )

After hanging around the galley, and helping Harold with the yeoman bit, Scotty had very little else to do with himself.  He didn't want to go back to his quarters, and he didn't really want to just hang around idle anymore.  So, finally, he got ahold of some buckets, and some soap, and some rags and headed back to the Riviera.  He might not get to ( Read more... )

          I realized clearly that something extraordinary was happening. I was holding him close in my arms as if he were a little child; and yet it seemed to me that he was rushing headlong toward an abyss from which I could do nothing to restrain him... His look was very serious, like some one lost far away.

-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little ( Read more... )

Scotty managed to get together the requested cat food fairly easily (and early); that was a matter of using scraps and turning it into a stew of its own gravy, then individually sealing each container.  Then, still early, he got the note from Mister Nimoy; luckily, he was still in the galley.  Given that it was his day off, though, he didn't mind ( Read more... )

After he sent off the finalized initial concept to Harold, and dealt with a surreal and disturbing sort of message, Scotty went back to the Riviera.  It must have said something that, even after his hiding spot had been repeatedly discovered, he still came back to it regardless.  Frankly, it was the only place on this whole ship that he truly ( Read more... )

After a brief noncommittal message from the other Scott, and Scotty's equally noncommittal reply, he went back to work.  He was just finishing up inputting the last of his concepts into the PADD, keeping the papers for himself.  He wouldn't have paper for all that much longer; he was running out.  But he kept every sheet aside those he gave away ( Read more... )

After a bit of very helpful advice from Commander Spock, Scotty headed onto his tech shift in Engineering.  Of course, today it meant the same thing as yesterday: That there wasn't anything to be done aboard a ship that's just out of drydock.  And that Riley (the native) gave him the same orders as before; namely speaking, to familiarize himself ( Read more... )