Bridge
1:31 PM

One minute the Enterprise was racing through a storm of light, the next it was hurled forward into the darkness of space.

"Mr. Sulu, bring us to a stop!" Kirk gasped, mind still reeling from what they had all experienced.

We're out! We made it out!

He turned to Spock. "Damage report, Mr. Spock."

"Minimal, Captain." Although his voice was calm, Kirk detected a very slight tremor to it. In his own way the Vulcan
was as shaken as him. "Our shields held."

"What's our location?"

Spock checked his readings again. "We appear to still be in the Campor System. There is no sign of the Saratoga."

The Saratoga.

"Chekov, Spock, run the simulations to see if we're at the right coordinates."

While his Science Officer and Navigator quickly began to work, he turned to his Chief of Communications.
"Uhura check the link we set up."

Her hands ran over her controls. "The signal's on. We're still connected, Captain."

"Saratoga?" Kirk called. "Saratoga, can you still read us?"

I'm trying to call across universes.

There was a burst of static... then a faint reply.

"Yes, Captain. You're getting faint but we can still hear you. What's your status?"

Kirk took a breath. "We're out of the anomaly. Based on our readings we're still in the Campor System,
but there's no sign of you."

"Same here."

"We're running tests now to see if this is the right place."

The right place. Infinite universes. If we're not in the right one.

A few unbearably tense moments passed. The entire bridge crew silently waited.

Are we home or are we in another alternate reality?

It we're not in the right one, do we dare try to fly through that crazy anomaly again?

"Keptin!" Chekov yelled; "Ve are at ze correct coordinates! Ve made it back! Ve're home!"

The tension broke and the entire bridge shoved protocol aside and burst into glad shouts and cheers.

Over the cheering Kirk heard the fading voice of his counterpart.

"You're starting to break up, Captain, but I'd like to extend my congratulations."

Kirk stared at the communicator. Between elation at getting back he also felt deep sadness. This was it.
The last time that he'd hear from his counterpart. So much to say and so little time.

"On behalf of my crew, thank you, Captain Kirk.'

Very softly now. "We're glad we were able to help, Captain. Take care."

The signal ended.

"Take care," Kirk whispered.