"Whatever became of your report on Spock's condition? Inspection is only two days away, and I need the matter clarified." *I've heard of being caught with your pants down, but . . .* "Why, Jim, I--that is--it's funny you should mention that just now. I mean, we really can't do anything about Spock till we make orbit." "True." Kirk scratched some damp curls back from his forehead. "But if you are going to deprive me of my first officer, there are certain preparations I have to make. You've left me in a very awkward position, Bones." *I've left YOU in an awkward position? Look at me. No; on second thought, don't!* He could feel a blush creeping over him that had less to do with personal exposure than bare-assed lying. "Ah, you know Vulcans, Jim. I mean, you know how they're always pulling medical miracles out of thin air. Well, I had this hunch about Spock--"