"Please do," Jim said, gesturing to a chair. He wondered if this was anything like how people from this time felt, meeting someone like him. It felt a little like comeuppance.

"Not the same Enterprise," he confirmed. "I have something to tell you, Commander Tucker. You, and I for that matter, have been brought forward in time and to yet another Enterprise. It's 2366, and as yet, no one's figure out a way to get us home." Jim's frustration was banked, but palpable.