[Something woke him. Sounds - windows shattering, struggling - and he stumbles out of bed, his military training coming back and bringing him awake faster and faster, feeling something (panic? anger? He wasn't sure) that was not entirely his own. His heart raced as he realized where the sounds were coming from and he pounded for the Vulcan's room, throwing open the door...
To late.
He stared at the broken windows, the tossed bed, the broken things and scrapes on the floor.]
No... No!
[He turned and ran for the door, hoping beyond blind hope that he would be able to catch them before they got far with Spock, but to late. To late.]
[ action ]
To late.
He stared at the broken windows, the tossed bed, the broken things and scrapes on the floor.]
No... No!
[He turned and ran for the door, hoping beyond blind hope that he would be able to catch them before they got far with Spock, but to late. To late.]