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The smell of the dank room hit him first, then the pain in the back of his head. The last thing he remembered was being beamed to a planet with Jim and Spock. Damn technology.Sighing he went to pick himself up, his eyes moving around the dull looking room, an obvious door to the left and what could be called a window - if there wasn’t earth behind it. No wonder this place smells so damn horrible, got no air to it.Grumbling as he sat up, his arms loose by his sides, he noticed another pair of boots just to the right of him, frowning he turned his head to see who it was. He jolted away in shock, but only as far as the cuff that was attached to his wrist would allow. His shoulder hurt from the sudden impact of being pulled in opposite directions, but not as much as his head hurt, and not from the obvious impact it had had with something heavy, no, this was making his brain hurt, for as he turned to see who was laying beside him, he’d come face to face, with none other, than his younger self.
