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Previously on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds...

I'm in a relationship. My life is complicated.

Because Carol is pregnant.

Maybe I could be someone

who takes chances more often.

Spock and I made it very clear with each other.

No complicated expectations.

Just fun times.

You punched a dinosaur?

I broke my hand and I don't feel any pain.

My whole body feels more attuned.

-And your mind? - Confused.

Being Vulcan affected you differently.

You are aggressive.

Are you going to try and take over the galaxy now?

I don't know.

Personal log. Stardate 2903.9.

The Future Federation Leaders retreat

was an overwhelming success.

But my plan to hitch a ride home

with fellow attendees La'An and Spock has hit a snag.

We detected a mysterious signal in an uncharted region of space.

It's the kind of thing I joined Starfleet for,

and yet for the first time,

I can't shake the feeling I'm in the wrong place.

Curious.

The signal is being broadcast

over an old Federation frequency.

Spock, no one likes a back seat sensor reader.

Apologies.

Is everything all right?

At the retreat, you seemed distracted.

I'm fine.

Now that we're closer, can you pinpoint a signal?

Sending coordinates.

It's just behind that larger asteroid there.

My God. Is that...

The Griffin.

After all these years.

Please tell me that there's...

Sensors show no life signs aboard.

300 souls on board

when she went missing nine years ago.

Last known location light-years from here.

Captain Taggert sent a report to Starbase 1, and then...

And then, the Griffin vanished.

The most obvious explanation was the Griffin

was in the wrong place at the wrong time,

stumbled on a Klingon Bird-of-Prey,

its destruction covered up.

A logical theory based on its last known position

is that a stellar flare hit the Griffin

while it entered warp,

scattering it over many light-years.

That and every other theory that Starfleet had

doesn't explain what we're looking at here.

So, what the hell really happened?

Only one way to find out.

Two flashlights. Really?

You know, as soon as I'm back on Enterprise,

I'm gonna make sure to reprimand whoever conducted

the last inspection.

Starting to see why you and Spock are perfect

for one another.

Not to worry.

I was a Boy Scout before I was Starfleet.

Be prepared, right?

Stowaway?

Gift. For my son.

I was supposed to visit this weekend, but then I got

the call for the retreat and I, uh...

Couldn't pass up a chance to meet Admiral Smillie in person.

I've been studying his maneuvers my whole career.

Well, I am sure David will understand

as soon as he meets his new little friend.

Our discovery and coordinates have been sent to Enterprise

via long-range transmission package.

All right, then.

Let's boldly go.

Why aren't we floating?

There is no scientific reason this ship should have gravity.

And yet...

Well,

that's unnerving with a side of unsettling.

I don't understand.

It's like everyone took a coffee break.

And never returned.

Do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

No hum of a warp core,

no buzzing from life support, nothing.

Readings show no signs of radiation,

virus, parasite or unusual anomalies of any kind.

For all intents and purposes,

this ship is perfectly safe.

Right.

Show of hands for anyone who feels safe on the Griffin?

This appears to be the source of the signal we detected.

What's powering it?

That is unclear.

What did you do?

I did nothing.

This computer's last system check indicates that all

of the ship's power should have expired years ago.

So, it was asleep and now it's awake?

In a manner of speaking.

Life support is now on line.

But we have only one hour before remaining power

is drained for good.

60 minutes to figure out what happened here.

Oxygen level is stable.

We can remove our masks.

No shuttlecraft.

No escape pods.

Is that how the crew evacuated?

Possible,

but there's no shuttle log or reports of pods jettisoning.

And there are no records of unusual discoveries

or experiments.

There appears to be...

No sign of anything wrong.

So...

...where did everyone go?

Perhaps answers can only be uncovered by Division 12.

Division 12?

Starfleet analysts that run around

investigating unexplained phenomena

can have their turn when we're done.

We still have time to...

Hello?

Hello?

We're here to help.

I've been waiting for you.

Wait.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

...to seek out new life

and new civilizations...

...to boldly go where no one has gone before.

There are no life signs present.

It is as if the survivor not only vanished,

but was never here at all.

Not enough power for her to have transported out of here.

Maybe she transported before power was lost.

I saw something like that on the MLK.

A landing party got caught in the buffer.

Engineering never got them out.

An excellent theory.

But readings show no signs of any transmitted material.

However, there are faint traces of negatively charged ions.

You mean a ghost?

I mean negatively charged ions.

The survivor we encountered shed ions directly

into this dead end.

And then what?

Drifted into space?

This is where her trail ends.

Let's find out where it began.

What could cause someone

to emit negatively charged ions?

This ship presents many scientific contradictions.

I would need more evidence before positing a cogent theory.

Evidence like that?

The survivor's trail began on the other side of these doors.

Those markings-- they're from phasers.

These are Starfleet.

And those are Klingon.

And these Vulcan.

I am beginning to suspect we are not the first party

to board the Griffin.

One party tried to seal someone in,

another tried to blast them out.

So what's behind those doors?

Watch our six.

Spock, help me with the door.

James?

You all right?

Sorry. Thought I heard something,

but it was nothing.

Right. Well, we've loosened the barricades.

Empty body bags. Where did the bodies go?

The medical transporter is offline.

I can reroute power and check the records,

but it will take time.

Which we're running out of. Let's split up.

Spock, get those records.

We'll head to the bridge to see what we can find out

about the survivor and where she might be.

Meet back here in 20 minutes.

- Stay safe, okay? - Likewise.

You don't really believe in ghosts, do you?

No, but I'd love to give closure

to the families of the Griffin's crew.

You're thinking of Carol and David?

What's David like?

Hilarious.

- Yeah? - Beautiful. Happy.

Takes after his mother on all three.

- And how is Carol? - Oh, Carol's great.

Incredible mom. Just got approved for a dream project.

Carol and I?

Well...

It's my fault really.

She was never a fan of Starfleet.

Always worried I would die alone somewhere in unknown space.

No idea what would give her that impression.

Ah.

I don't know how Sam balances Starfleet and family.

Well, I don't really have that problem.

Starfleet is my family.

La'An, can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

No negatively charged ions.

There's nothing in this corridor but us.

What were you going to ask me?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Not funny.

To confirm, the Griffin was not boarded by an alien intruder,

struck by a viral infection or any unknown cosmic anomaly.

Affirmative.

Then why were the bodies removed from the Griffin?

What did Captain Taggert specify in his orders?

All bodies were transported

by Chief Security Officer Rose Harper,

including the body of the captain.

Computer, tell me everything on record about Harper.

Graduated top of her class.

Rose Harper was known to be detail-oriented,

driven and ambitious.

Sound like anyone you know?

Before the Griffin disappeared,

Harper filed numerous security reports

about "erratic behavior" spreading among the crew.

Erratic?

Violent outbursts.

Self-harm, delusions.

She reported each to her superiors and medical.

Everyone was thoroughly examined

but medically cleared for duty.

So, was she imagining these incidents?

Well, she certainly didn't believe so.

She added the doctor to her list.

And then the captain after she believed

he was blocking her reports to Starfleet.

As the cases spread ship-wide,

Harper took radical steps.

How radical?

How did they all die?

13 strangulations.

Eight stabbings.

287 were transported into open space

while they were still alive.

La'An, this is Spock.

I have uncovered troubling information about the survivor

we encountered and recommend immediate...

Computer, open doors.

Computer.

I need assistance in sickbay.

La'An?

Jim, do you copy?

Harper's personal log.

Stardate... I don't know.

The days are beginning to bleed together.

Captain Taggert and Dr. G'har relieved me of duty.

Confined me to quarters.

No one believes me.

But something is wrong with this ship.

Something is taking over the crew.

No transportation residue.

And yet...

Spock?

I need you to hear me.

I need you to believe me.

You can't trust any of them, La'An.

James.

James, we need to get off this ship now.

Yeah.

About that.

Oh, my God.

That's our shuttle.

It is cold.

I was counseling a patient. There was a light.

Then darkness.

Then I could not breathe.

Then I was in this bag.

I do not understand what is...

This... this is a dream.

- Fascinating. - I am having a nightmare.

Why is Spock in my nightmare?

These readings indicate a living, breathing Vulcan.

I will wake up and be safe.

Perhaps it is a psychic projection of some kind.

Which puts the reliability of my observations

and faculties in considerable doubt.

This is deeply unsettling.

On that, we are in agreement.

What is happening?

I do not know for certain.

My current theory is that an unknown phenomenon

with a psychotropic area of effect is causing anyone

- who boards the Griffin to... - The Griffin?

Why am I on a missing Federation ship?

You are not.

Spock, I am not an illusion.

Then what are you?

No sign of any ship in the area.

So what blew up our shuttle?

Here's what I know. Spock was right.

The Griffin is Division 12's problem to solve.

We only have 20 minutes of life support left, James.

Don't forget the Griffin's escape pods

and shuttles are gone, and we also have a psychopath

who can walk through walls on board.

We can't just sit around and wait

for the long-range message Spock sent to reach Enterprise.

If we can get more power to comms up here,

I think I can get an SOS signal to anyone in the neighborhood.

Yes, all right, okay, I'll have Spock meet me in engineering,

and we'll reroute power and life support to the bridge.

You think that'll buy us enough time?

Spock, it's La'An.

I need you to meet me in engineering.

Why me?

Your theory is that I am a hallucination, correct?

If that is true, then why did whatever looked into your mind

choose me to conjure?

I only know that you are not T'Pring.

When I was on my kahs-wan, I was injured while hiking.

Wildlife circled me, waiting to strike.

Trapped, I experienced what humans

refer to as a... panic attack.

I centered my mind by meditating,

chanting a favorite couplet by the great poet Ka'nina.

"It will guide you home."

It brought me back, and I survived.

You are the only person

I have ever shared that story with, Spock.

Correct. And since you are a product of my mind,

you are able to recite the real T'Pring's anecdote back to me.

Well, one thing we can both agree on is a shared desire

to disembark this ship immediately.

And you do not need to believe that I am real

in order to accept my help in opening these doors, correct?

All right. All right.

No, no, no, no. Come on. Come on.

Spock, you need to see this.

I'm the only one not affected or...

I can't let what happened here spread throughout Starfleet.

Whatever happened here, it drove the Griffin CSO mad. Look.

I can't let what happened here spread throughout Starfleet.

You know what must be done.

Harper.

What happened to you?

The very same thing that is happening to you right now.

Damn it.

Dada?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

No, wait. Wait!

Dada?

David?

Sever the green, then red.

The color scheme of these wires.

Does it look familiar to you?

The holiday spent on Hurk'ah.

A trip you surprised me with.

Do you also recall what I said

when you told me of the plans to go?

That you do not care for surprises.

It was too human an exercise.

I should not have said that.

It was a wonderful trip.

I have sought counseling to understand

what caused our engagement to dissolve.

- The reason for that was my... - My fault.

I did not love you as you deserved to be loved.

I do not know what caused you and I

to be in this place at this time.

But I do know what it can give us.

A second chance.

That itch that's been gnawing at you for months?

That feeling that something is wrong with you?

La'An Noonien-Singh,

you are not a Khan.

You are not a Romulan.

And you are not a monster.

You're one of us.

I could not see it clearly until we were parted.

Your humanity is not your weakness.

It is your biggest strength.

What has held you back in your relationships

and even your beloved Starfleet

is your Vulcan side.

But here on the Griffin,

we can fix that, Spock.

No, wait.

- We can set you... - Wait!

...free.

David! David!

You got Spock's message.

Captain set course as soon as we received it.

The Griffin.

After all this time. Kirk, what happened?

I think Jim's had enough for one day, Ortegas.

We'll investigate after we get him to Dr. M'Benga.

Number One?

Scotty, lock onto Kirk's signature

and transport him directly to sickbay.

Uh, wait, Captain.

Uh, there's someone else on board,

a survivor named Harper.

Enterprise, do you copy?

Uhura, since our communicators aren't working...

Sir,

this comms station is...

Well...

I had to dig through there.

I'm sorry.

I heard something.

Someone... inside the console.

Was it the survivor? Harper?

I... I heard David.

Your son?

Jim, he's on his way to Epsilon-5.

Carol waited as long as she could.

But in her defense, you did say you'd be home three days ago.

Sir, we have to get off this ship

before whatever's affecting me affects you all.

All right, everybody, how do we get back to Enterprise?

Best idea wins. Go.

Spacewalk? Tethered to the ship?

Fun, but EV suits on the Griffin are unaccounted for.

Telemetry array is still operational.

Gets us in the ballpark for a transporter signal.

Jim?

Hey, maybe you should have a seat, huh?

Come on.

They're going to find La'An and Spock.

Uhura thinks that she can transport us off one at a time.

Take a minute.

When your head is clear...

get to the transporter.

Sam.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I don't know either.

But you're gonna be okay.

Bridge.

Deck 17.

Let's try that again, shall we?

Bridge.

Deck 17.

Computer, bridge.

Deck 17...

La'An.

It's all my fault.

It was my job to keep the crew safe.

And I failed.

But it's not too late for you.

La'An?

La'An, hey.

Come here. Oh.

Oh.

Whatever happened here must be really bad if you're hugging.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Yeah. There's our girl. Come on.

Friend of yours?

Not in the slightest.

Our love died

because your heart

was not in the right place.

Let's change that, shall we?

No.

No, stop.

PIKE Spock, is that you?

Captain! Help!

Easy. We've got you.

You're safe now, you understand?

T'Pring, she tied me down.

T'Pring?

As in your ex T'Pring?

She is dangerous.

You know, I never liked her.

All right.

- Let's roll. - All right.

Oh. Who's this little guy?

Reminds me of the tchotchkes

Dad used to bring home when he was home on leave.

Like some kind of, I don't know...

Apology for not being around.

I have more of these crappy little things

in a box somewhere than I have memories of playing with Dad.

I mean, when was the last time you even heard from the old man?

- Birthday. - Birthday. Right.

How do you do it, Sam?

How do you balance Starfleet and family?

Well, I...

I don't.

But I get home as often as I can.

And every night I call my boys,

sign off with the same thing.

"Good night, I love you,

and I'll see you in your dreams."

We get out of here safe and sound,

I'm gonna do that for David.

So let's get out of here, then.

BOY Dad.

Wait.

Wait, do you hear that?

- Dad. - Is that... is that Peter?

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, Sam. It's not real.

- It's not real. - No, no. That's my little boy. That's my boy.

Sam, Sam, listen to me.

It's not real.

Okay.

We have to get out of here now.

- Come on. Let's go. - Okay.

Ready room. We can get out...

Okay, we're set.

But I was right. We can only transport one at a time.

We have to get you two out of here first

before Harper finds us

or this ship affects you as it has me.

- No arguments. You understand? - Who's arguing?

Get me off this dump.

Wait. No.

Something's wrong.

Let me...

- What did you do? - What? No, I...

- I... - Erica! Hang on.

I'm transporting you into the buffer.

You set the transporter to beam Erica into herself.

To fuse her.

Nyota, let me explain. Please, I...

- No. No. - Nyota.

- Oh, my God. - Nyota.

Clearly, something is manipulating

whoever boards the Griffin.

We must get you both off this malignant ship.

Easy, easy, easy.

What did Pike tell you?

You're safe now, Spock.

No.

You just need to listen to the ship.

I mean...

can't you hear it?

All it wants to do is set us free.

Una, with your enhanced Illyrian blood, you should be able

- to fight off... - My blood

is what's been holding me back, Spock.

Starfleet will never promote me to captain

as long as I'm an Illyrian.

But here...

I can be free of that.

Una, please do not!

We're never getting off this ship, are we?

We're gonna die.

Out here...

in space.

Alone.

Like Kirks are born to do.

Sam, listen to me.

Sam?

Help me with the door.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam, it's gonna break. It's gonna break!

Get away from it.

My brother.

Always the hero.

But you can't save everyone.

You have to make peace with that, Jim.

Sam, it's the ship. Don't listen to it.

- Until you accept that... - Don't listen to it.

...you will never be free.

But don't worry.

The Griffin's gonna show you the way.

No!

No!

Sam. Sam.

Jim.

Tell my babies good night.

That I love them.

And I'll see them in their...

No!

No!

Nyota, listen to me, please.

I need to get you off this ship.

Nyota.

Look at yourself, La'An.

Something isn't right.

No.

Something is definitely not right.

But Ortegas is alive and safe in the buffer,

and I need your help to get us back to Enterprise

so we can save her.

Please, Nyota.

What is wrong with this place?

Look out.

It's time to let go, La'An.

On the Griffin, you can finally be your true self.

I mean...

...look what you've accomplished here already.

Please don't kill me, La'An. Please.

Please, please.

Please don't kill me.

Welcome home.

La'An.

Thank God you're okay.

Listen to me, we have to get to the transporter.

Tell me you don't hear that.

I hear everything now.

This ship is amazing, Spock.

I mean, all the freshest ingredients.

If I stay on board the Griffin...

...I can be free of my fate.

I don't have to be the captain anymore.

I can be the head chef.

Whatever you are, please...

...let them go.

Let them go and take me.

Ever so noble.

Ever so logical.

But logic has no place here.

And yet that is what you have inadvertently brought to me.

What are you doing?

"It will guide you home."

The ship picked Harper,

and now it's picked us.

The Griffin needs a captain, James.

And who better to captain

a ship of the damned than a Kirk?

This isn't you.

This isn't you.

This is me.

The real me.

And you can feel this way, too, if you just let go.

Why won't you let go?

David.

Your little boy

is going to die just like you.

At the end of a blade.

Bleeding out in a dark corner of space.

It's okay.

You're okay. You're okay.

- My... - Jim.

- My... - Oh.

My b-- my brother Sam.

Is he, is he okay?

Your brother?

He's on shore leave visiting his family.

Jim.

Jim. Jim.

So, what will become of the Griffin?

Well, the USS Thorn has arrived

to tow the ship back to wherever the hell

Division 12's base of operations is located.

How many cases have you referred to them

in your career, Chris?

Six.

Four were resolved with scientific

or alien explanations.

And the other two?

I'll let you know when I find out.

So, how's Jim?

He's healing well.

But he was truly convinced that you and the boarding party

actually beamed onto the Griffin.

And Spock and La'An?

Physically, they're all fine.

Mentally?

Good as new.

And just as pointy as I remember.

How do they feel?

They feel like me.

I'll pass your compliments on to the chef.

Thank you for coming to my quarters, Christine.

I recognize the request was illogical,

but after what transpired on the Griffin...

Sickbay was the last place you wanted to be?

I hate eating in the mess hall for the same reason.

During the war, I was briefly stationed

at the hospital on Yrti.

I am sorry to hear that.

The Yrti offensive took heavy casualties.

When the OR got blasted, we had to triage

and operate in the mess.

Wasn't the most appetizing place to begin with,

but... after that night...

Are you okay?

I am fine, Christine.

Thank you for making this "house call."

Of course.

Can I ask one question?

Why T'Pring?

I believe whatever probed my mind selected her

to extract the most emotional response it could.

But the illusion was powered by my own memories.

My own beliefs.

That anchored me. Brought me back.

To her?

To logic.

I don't understand. What's the problem?

The problem, sir, is that your report

on the Griffin incident is, is missing some key data.

Like what?

Like the fact that I tried to kill James Kirk?

Have you talked to him? Or Spock?

No.

Okay.

Have a seat and have a drink.

Don't make me make that an order.

James saw his son.

Spock his ex.

And you're wondering why you saw Harper.

No. I know why.

Starfleet is my family.

I just want to know what happened to the crew.

To Harper.

Ever tell you about my Uncle Art's farm?

- Sir? - It's a beautiful thing.

35 acres.

And it had this old creaky barn

that my cousins swore was haunted

by a woman carrying a scythe.

And I slept out in that barn to prove it was all nonsense.

And I was right.

Till I wasn't.

Just before I drifted off...

...I heard steel

scraping across the floor

and a-a voice that whispered,

"I know your true name."

I ran out of there about as fast as I could.

Cut my arm on a nail on the way out.

Now, come sunrise, my family searched that barn

top to bottom, didn't find a damn thing.

But I still have that scar.

Space is limitless in its beauty

and in its terror.

Whatever you encountered,

the only thing that matters is that you survived.

And that is all Starfleet needs to know.

Case closed.

Carol and David are pretty far out,

so I relayed a signal off a starbase or two.

Press this button and you will hail her outpost.

Got it.

And the cookies?

Someone once told me that refusing

freshly made cookies is a clear sign of madness.

Mm.

You're worried that I lost my mind on the Griffin?

If you don't want the cookies, I'll just...

Are you all right?

Yes.

You're gonna be okay, Jim.

How do you know?

Nyota.

Thank you.

Always happy to be of service.

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