Author's notes: This story is finally coming to an end. This last chapter is about 75% fluff and sex. I felt like I owed that to both my characters and my readers after 10 chapters of angst. Thank you so much for reading the whole thing and sticking with me through the twists, turns, ups and downs. I really appreciate all your support and encouragement. And thanks as ever to my great beta reader, MrsTater.

Chapter 11

In mid-July, not long after Spock started dating Janice Turner, he joined Commodore Ripley for lunch at a campus diner to discuss his teaching plans for the coming year.

After he expressed his need to limit the number of phonology classes he teaches in order to accommodate his new duties preparing the Enterprise for her maiden voyage, Commodore Ripley shook her head. "I don't think I'll ever forgive Chris Pike for stealing you away from us."

"That is unfortunate, for it means you will never forgive me either, as it was as much my choice as it was Captain Pike's."

Ripley sighed. "I know. And it was a good choice. Young officers like you ought to be out finding adventure among the stars--not trapped here in San Francisco babysitting cadets."

"My work here at the academy has been rewarding."

"But it's not the same as serving on starship, is it?"

He shakes his head. "It is not."

She stabbed a piece of her steak with her fork. "Hell, if I was twenty years younger I'd have applied to serve on the Enterprise myself. I envy you."

The conversation soon turned to other matters of business. When the Commodore told Spock that the xenolinguistics department was being asked to provide cadet volunteers to assist at the Federation Interplanetary Defense Summit at the end of October, he mentioned that his parents would be coming to Earth to attend the summit.

"Really? Maybe I'll take them out to lunch while they're here. Did I ever tell you I know your parents?"

"No. You never have."

"Huh." She took another bite of her steak and shook her head as she swallowed. "I can't believe that never came up in the four years I've worked with you. Actually--" She pointed her fork at him. "There's a story about your parents that I've wanted to tell you ever since I found out you were dating Commander Turner. It suddenly seems relevant."

He inclined his head toward her. "Please, enlighten me."

She smiled. "For a while I was a junior adjunct to the official Starfleet liaison to the Vulcan Ambassador at the time your father was serving here in San Francisco. That's how I met your father, though I spent a lot more time with his staff than I spent with him. But we moved in the same circles. This was before his marriage."

She leaned back in her chair. "At that time, everyone knew that Amanda Grayson was one of his close friends and confidantes. She was his only close friend that he hadn't met through his official duties, which made her unique, but no one thought too much of it. He didn't seem to treat her any differently than any of his other friends. At least, not in public."

Spock was fascinated. His only source of information regarding his mother's life prior to her marriage had been his uncle and cousins, but they never knew Sarek until after the engagement. This was his first insight into his parents' relationship before their marriage.

"Well," continued Ripley, "one evening I was at a fancy black tie function at a museum somewhere and your parents were there, too. At one point I had to duck into a back corridor to answer a call from a colleague who was working late. Once my call was done I rounded a corner to head back to the party and I saw your parents down the corridor. There was something very private about their posture, so I quietly ducked back around the corner but I just couldn't control my curiosity, so I peeked."

She grinned broadly. "I couldn't see what they were saying, but they stood closer to each other than mere friends would have. What struck me the most was the way Sarek looked at her. To this day the only word I can think of to describe his expression is tender. He was looking at her tenderly. And as they turned to head back out to the party he touched her very lightly on the back of her hand, and held his fingers there as they walked. It was an extremely intimate gesture. I think I was the only person, either Human or Vulcan, who wasn't surprised when they announced their engagement three weeks later."

"Fascinating," replied Spock, wondering what his parents would have been like more than thirty years ago.

"I thought you would like that. I felt like I'd witnessed a little piece of history--the beginning of the first Human-Vulcan marriage." She tapped her finger on the tabletop. "I suspect that it's much easier to watch history than to be history. Wouldn't you say, Commander, being a piece of history yourself?"

Spock nodded. "You are correct, Commodore. It is not always easy being a person of historical interest--even if that interest is only a result of the circumstances of my birth."

"Well, that much will change once you're out on the Enterprise. You'll all make history then."

The corners of his mouth twitched up. "Captain Pike will be very pleased to hear your prognosis."

The Commodore laughed heartily.

Soon their meal ended, but later that day, as he prepared for meditation, Spock reflected back on the conversation. The Commodore had been correct; it had never been easy growing up as a piece of history. The very first child of two worlds.

Perhaps that was why, in the end, he had chosen neither of those worlds. Instead, he chose the stars.

***

Late in the evening, several days after Nyota's return to Earth, Spock sits with her on the sofa in his office in the Campus Computing Services building. Her legs lie leisurely across his lap, and one of her arms is wrapped around his shoulders while her other hand rests on his chest. One of his arms is tucked behind her and the other drapes across her hip.

They have determined that his computing services office is the best place to spend private time together. Though it is less than ideally comfortable, it is by far the most discreet of the available options. They do not wish Nyota to be seen coming and going from his faculty apartment at odd hours, Nyota's dorm is out of the question, and the labs and offices available to them in the xenolinguistics building are far too public. The computing services building, however, is largely abandoned by 1900 hours and is locked up for the night at 2200 hours. Spock is one of the staff members who knows the access code and can enter the building whenever he likes.

Nyota plants a series of light kisses along his jaw line as he speaks.

"My mother is very eager to meet you."

She looks up at him. "You told your mother about us?"

"Certainly. I inform my mother of all significant events in my life."

"What about your father?"

Spock does not want to contemplate how his father will react to the news of his new relationship. "No. My father and I are not close, and my mother does not divulge the details of my personal life to him."

Nyota toys with the hair at the back of his neck. "I get the impression that he won't approve of our relationship."

"No. He will not. However, my father's approval is of no concern to me." His father's approval stopped being of concern long ago, after their very vocal disagreement over his decision to join Starfleet.

"But your mother does approve?"

The corners of Spock's mouth tick up, and he runs his hand up and down her thigh. "Very much so. I first told her of our friendship near the beginning of the year, and when I later informed her of my plan to begin dating Human women she strongly urged me to try dating you."

"Oh." Nyota grins. "I like her already. She sounds like a very intelligent woman."

"She most certainly is." He leans forward to kiss Nyota. Though he has only been practicing his extra mental exercises and meditation for a few days, he is already more adept at closing off the close emotional contact with Nyota that had so overwhelmed him. He now finds making out to be an extremely pleasant way to spend their time together, and has begun to consider moving forward to the stage Nyota called fooling around.

As he shifts to trail kisses down her neck, Nyota speaks again. "As much fun as this is, I thought our original plan was for you to help me choose some pieces for the Chorale to sing this year."

"I do not see why we cannot continue both activities concurrently, as listening to music requires only our ears." He kisses his way along her collar bone.

"Mmm. Multitasking. That is very logical."

"Indeed."

She reaches for the PADD sitting on the side table next to the sofa. Spock pulls back from her long enough for her to pull up her list of songs and set them to play.

"Okay," she says as the PADD begins to play the first song. "The chorale president gave me thirty-six options and they're all on this PADD. She wants me to narrow it down to twelve." She sets the PADD back down on the table.

"I am certain we can successfully condense your list before the end of the night."

"Yeah. That's what I was hoping."

He pulls her back into a kiss, stroking her ear gently with his fingers as the music plays.

***

The day before the new semester begins, Spock is summoned to a small ceremony with a select group of officers from the xenolinguistics and computer programming departments. Admiral Hanney, president of Starfleet Academy, leads the ceremony. Cadets Uhura and Falan-Raz are being honored for their role in the rescue of the Kenai.

After the Admiral presents them both cadets with medals, the ceremony takes a turn which catches Spock by surprise.

"A small number of cadets every year are awarded the distinction of promotion to the rank of Ensign prior to their graduation from this institution," says Admiral Hanney. "I cannot think of any two more deserving cadets than those who stand before me now." He hands each of them small cases holding their new rank insignias. "Congratulations, Ensigns."

The assembled officers applaud politely. Spock watches as Nyota strives to restrain her ebullient smile. He agrees with the Admiral--he knows of no other cadet more deserving of this honor.

After the ceremony Commodore Ripley draws Spock aside. "Commander, I need to speak to you in my office later today."

Spock nods, and they arrange a time.

When he arrives at the Commodore's office she invites him to sit down before she states the purpose of their meeting. "I think we need to have a little talk about the Starfleet Academy Code of Conduct section eight, subsection four. I assume you're familiar with the contents of this particular provision?"

Spock's throat feels suddenly tight as he nods. "I am." It is the provision forbidding romantic fraternization between teachers and students.

The Commodore nods slowly. "I've been putting off this conversation for several days. I hate dressing down my subordinates. Especially ones as talented as you, Commander. However, I think today's events have given both of us a very fortunate escape from a formal disciplinary council."

Spock raises his eyebrow, his heart racing.

Ripley smiles. "With that memory of yours, surely you recall the exact wording of section eight, subsection four?"

Spock thinks back on the regulation, reviewing it in his mind. "Yes. I believe the exact wording in that subsection refers to instructors and cadets."

"Precisely. Uhura's promotion today was a very fortunate break for both of you. Now that she's an Ensign instead of a cadet the two of you seem to be in a very comfortable little gray area." Ripley leans toward him across her desk. "Here's the deal, Commander. I don't know how long you and Ensign Uhura have been doing whatever it is you're doing with each other. Frankly, I don't want to know--though I suspect it must have started not long after you broke up with Commander Turner."

Spock remains silent, allowing the Commodore to say her piece.

She sighs. "I wasn't sure anything was happening until I found out you'd rushed up to see her at Spacedock Hospital hours after she came out of surgery. And I was doubly certain after I found out you'd traded TAs with Varik. The fact that you worked to get her out of your chain of command shows at least a little common sense. But as your commanding officer, I feel compelled to tell you that your judgment in pursuing a relationship with a student has been very poor. I'm disappointed in your lack of self-control."

Her words sting. He looks away from her gaze.

"So," she continues, "here's my final official word on the matter. It is my duty to advise you to discontinue your relationship until after Ensign Uhura's graduation. However, I cannot order you take my advice. But I will have you know that public knowledge of your relationship would be bad for the morale of the staff, and could be disastrous for discipline among the cadets. If you continue in your relationship, I expect the two of you to be very, very discreet. If I hear any more rumors of Ensign Uhura paying visits to your apartment in the middle of the night, or any more gossip about you two at all, or see any signs of professional favoritism toward her, both of you will be formally reprimanded. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Spock nods, a mixture of relief and distress sitting uncomfortably in his mind.

Ripley's expression softens. "Okay. Now that I'm done speaking as your commanding officer, let me talk to you as a friend. Your timing is pretty shitty, but I'm still happy for you."

Spock's eyes widen in surprise.

"I know you well enough to know that you never would have even considered a relationship with a student unless she meant the world to you," says Ripley. "It's not easy to find someone like that. I've been trying for more than forty years now with no luck. Don't take it for granted."

"Thank you, Commodore. I have no intention of taking my relationship with Ensign Uhura for granted."

"Good." She smiles, and shakes her head. "Like father, like son. I think both of you had relationships sneak up on you when you least expected them."

Spock never would have thought to make such a comparison, but he sees the logic behind it. "I suppose you are correct, Commodore."

She nods. "Okay. I'm done making you uncomfortable for today. You can go congratulate Ensign Uhura on her promotion, now."

Spock rises to his feet, thanking the Commodore again.

"The best way you can thank me is by being discreet. Please."

"We had no intention of behaving otherwise."

***

During his first several forays into fooling around with Nyota, Spock is pleased with his ability to maintain control over his emotions and telepathic abilities. Tonight, however, pushes him to his limits.

He sits on his office sofa, his head resting back on the top of the sofa-back. He feels dizzy and light-headed, his emotions threatening to erupt at any moment.

Nyota rises from where she knelt on the floor in front of him, and snuggles next to him on the sofa. "So, I take it from your expression you liked that?"

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It was . . . one of the most singularly pleasurable experiences of my life."

She leans her head against his shoulder and lays her hand on his chest. "You're welcome."

His head continues to spin. He covers her hand with his own, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. "I cannot help but wonder if it was selfish of me to accept so much pleasure from you without offering to give you pleasure in kind."

"Don't worry about it," she says. "This was a big step for you. I don't expect you to push yourself into another big step tonight just to make things fair. Besides, I may not have experienced the same kind of pleasure that you did, but trust me, it was still a very satisfying experience."

"Was it? Please explain."

"Well," she begins running her fingers slowly back and forth across his chest, "it felt really good to see how much you trust me. To know that I'm probably the only person in the galaxy you trust enough to surrender yourself to me so completely. It felt pretty amazing."

He raises his head enough to look down into her eyes. "You are correct. You are the only person I trust like this."

"I feel the same way, you know." Her hand brushes softly against his cheek. "I trust you completely."

As he looks into her eyes, Spock knows with certainty that he has found exactly what he was looking for. There is no more doubt or confusion. This is the answer.

Early the next morning he sits at the communications console in his apartment and initiates a subspace call to Vulcan.

Moments later T'Pring's face appears on his screen. "Greetings, Spock."

"Greetings, T'Pring."

Her face is as stoic as ever. "Given the unexpected nature of your call I assume that you have contacted me to report on the progress of your experiment with Human relationships."

He nods once. "You are correct, T'Pring. The experiment has been extremely illuminating, and I have already reached a conclusion."

"Please share your conclusion with me."

He does not hesitate. "I have determined that taking a Human mate is indeed more suitable for my character than continuing my bond with you."

If T'Pring were Human, he would expect to see anger, sorrow, or, at the very least, frustration. But she is not Human. She merely nods. "I accept your decision. It was not unexpected. I will contact the Elders to arrange for the termination of our bond immediately. Do you have a scheduling preference?"

The corners of Spock's mouth twitch up. Just months ago he felt a wholly illogical anxiety over having this conversation. But now it is merely another piece of business to attend to. It seems--ironic. "I would prefer not to interrupt my teaching schedule with a trip to Vulcan. However there are several breaks in my schedule over the next four months which may accommodate a trip to Vulcan for our termination ceremony. I will send you a copy of my schedule. Do you require any assistance in making the arrangements?"

"No. It is logical that I make all the arrangements, as I am able to more easily contact the Elders."

"Very well."

She nods. "I find your decision most agreeable."

He raises an eyebrow. "May I know why?"

"A colleague who is also my friend has expressed great interest in becoming my choice-mate. I was not at liberty to entertain his proposal, but now I intend to explore that possibility at length, as a preliminary analysis indicates that we are well suited for each other."

Spock thinks that he sees the faintest hint of a smile hovering on her lips.

"I am pleased that you have such an agreeable opportunity. Contact me as soon as the arrangements for our termination ceremony are complete."

"I will." She nods. "I hope that you find contentment in your choice."

"Thank you, T'Pring. Live long and prosper."

"Live long and prosper."

***

Two days later, after a late-night game of chess in his office, Spock asks Nyota for permission to pleasure her as she so generously pleasured him three days earlier. Her eyes go wide with surprise, but she is not unwilling.

He discovers, just as she said, that there is a great deal of personal satisfaction to be derived from giving one's partner such pleasure. He savors the way she trembles and tenses beneath his touch, and derives much enjoyment from her gasps and moans. It is thrilling to know that he has so much power to affect her with the slightest of touches.

He succeeds in bringing her to climax several times, and each time he opens his mind to her feelings a little more until he shares completely in her final climax, shuddering with the power of it. He knows that they are both spent.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he moves up onto the sofa beside her and she shifts to lean against him, still panting.

"Wow," she says. "Oh, wow. That was really amazing."

"It is agreeable that you were able to derive so much pleasure from the experience. I watched several instructional videos in preparation to be certain of using proper techniques."

She breaks down laughing. His mouth curves more than he would normally allow as she shakes against him.

"Oh, God," she gasps, trying to stifle her laughter. "Those must have been really good videos."

"I found them both informative and stimulating."

Her laughter increases. "I bet you did."

When he finally stifles her laughter with a kiss, she makes no objection.

***

On the third Thursday of the semester they meet several miles from campus at a small café for dinner. As they finish their meal, Spock says, "I have a surprise for you."

Nyota smiles. "Really? I didn't think you were much for surprises."

"I am trying something new."

"You've been doing a lot of that lately."

"Indeed."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "So, what's your surprise tonight?"

"Let us go for a walk, and I will show you."

"This just keeps getting more and more interesting," she replies with raised eyebrows.

They leave the café and he walks close by her side, his hands clasped behind his back. He leads her into a nearby residential neighborhood, and into a small complex of townhomes surrounding a small central park.

"This is a pretty little community," Nyota remarks.

"I am pleased that you approve."

Her brows knit. "What?"

He halts in front of one of the corner townhomes. It has a small front garden filled with perennial flowers, and the front facing is composed of warm brown stone. "This is my surprise."

"The house? I don't understand."

"Though my office was adequate as a temporary meeting place, it is not sufficient as a long-term solution to our search for privacy. I have spent the last several weeks researching alternatives, and two days ago I signed a rental agreement for this property. It is mine until I depart on the Enterprise."

Her mouth hangs open. "You're moving here?"

The corners of his mouth twitch up. "I have already packed the majority of my belongings, and I have engaged a crew of movers for tomorrow morning. By the end of the day tomorrow I will be installed here."

Her incredulous expression morphs into a grin. "Can we go inside?"

He nods, and steps up to the door to type in the access code. The door is a traditional style made of wood, pulled or pushed open with a metal handle. Spock swings it open and leads Nyota inside.

The townhome is not large, but it is well-kept and attractive with a spacious kitchen and living area on the main floor, and two moderately sized bedrooms upstairs. A balcony looks out from the master bedroom over a walking-trail alongside a small creek. Nyota takes in all the details with growing delight.

"It's wonderful," she says, standing in the center of the still-bare master bedroom.

"It is more than suitable for my needs, and is within a short walk of a train station which will provide easy transport to and from campus. It is altogether ideal for our needs."

She grins and strides to where he stands near the doorway. "So you're saying I'm invited to come over once in awhile?"

He meets her gaze. "I am extending a standing invitation for you to join me as often as you are able. In addition, there will be sufficient closet and drawer space for you to leave a selection of clothing and personal items here if you so desire."

"Spock, are you asking me to move in with you?"

"To do so would immediately alert Academy authorities to our relationship, which, though no longer forbidden will certainly be looked down upon. However--"

"However," she says, snaking her arms around his neck, "if I were to start working the occasional late-night and weekend shifts at the long range sensor lab and gave my friends and dorm-mates the impression that I was working those shifts far more often than I actually am, this could be my part-time home."

"Precisely."

"In that case, I think I will bring over a few of my things."

"That would be most agreeable."

He gives her a very thorough kiss--an activity that has lost none of its appeal after frequent practice.

When he finally pulls back, he says, "I have one additional surprise."

She grins, still holding onto his neck. "Okay, but I don't know how you could possibly top the house."

"I have contacted T'Pring. She has agreed to end our bond and is making arrangements for the termination ceremony."

Nyota's face is suddenly somber, and she releases him, taking a step back. "Wow. I guess that does top the house."

Spock feels a faint stirring of nervousness. "Does this distress you?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I'm not distressed. I think . . ." She takes a deep breath. "I think it's finally sinking in how serious this really is. There were times in the last few weeks when I still felt like an over-ambitious kid playing games. But this is no game."

Her words have done nothing to diminish his nervousness. "Nyota, this has never been a game for me."

"It's not for me, either." She takes a small step toward him. "That came out wrong. It's not a game. But there were times when I did feel like I was still just a kid pretending to be grown up, and all this--the house, and you finalizing things with T'Pring--is reminding me that I really am an adult now, making adult decisions that are going to impact the rest of my life."

She smiles weakly and pushes her hair back from her face. "It's a little overwhelming, and even a little scary to think that what we're starting here is something that could last the rest of my life."

His brows knit. "Do you regret your choice to be with me?"

"Never." She slides her hands up his chest and rests them on either side of his neck. "Not for an instant. Just because I'm a little scared and overwhelmed doesn't mean I'm unhappy. I am happy. I want this."

She opens her mouth to speak again, but hesitates. He can feel her nervousness--and something else. Something powerful. Finally, she speaks. "I love you."

Now he has a name for the emotion he has felt so often when his mind brushes against hers. Love. This is what love feels like.

"I don't need you to say anything back," she says. "I don't expect it. I just wanted you to know."

He raises his hand to rest lightly on the side of her face. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular." I cherish thee. It is a phrase normally only spoken between bondmates. He knows she will understand.

She raises her trembling hand to his face and repeats the phrase. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular."

For a moment their minds meet.

Spock feels the power of emotions swirl around him. He is swept up in a wave of images, scents, sounds, and feelings. It is her memories of him. He now sees himself as she sees him, and it is utterly overwhelming.

His hand drops, as does hers, and they both take a step apart, as if they need a cushion of distance between them while they process what has just happened.

Her voice shakes as she speaks. "Is that really how you see me? Is that really what I mean to you?"

It seems that her experience was a mirror of his own. "Yes," he replies. He is glad. At last, they both understand.

Her eyes glisten, and two tears spill out and slide down her cheeks. "Thank you."

He nods. No more words are needed. Not tonight.

***

Nyota works her first late-night shift at the long range sensor lab the next day, but Saturday afternoon she joins Spock at the new townhome. She brings only a small valise of clothes and toiletries, but he is certain more will follow as the year progresses.

Though the movers placed all of his furniture in the proper rooms yesterday, there are many boxes of smaller affects that have yet to be unpacked. Nyota assists him.

They spend many hours finding homes for all of his belongings, talking as they work. Nyota takes great pleasure in asking about the origin and significance of his possessions--particularly art objects and books. It is pleasant to tell her the small anecdotes of his life that led to the acquisition of his many possessions. It seems almost like a way of sharing his possessions with her and making her more comfortable in the place he wants her to think of as home.

There is room for both of them to work in the large kitchen, so they prepare dinner together. She shares with him a recipe that her mother often prepared when she was a child that Nyota has now adapted for a vegetarian diet. Spock finds it amusing that though he is a competent cook Nyota insists on giving him exacting instructions during every stage of preparation. He wonders if her mother is similarly controlling in the kitchen.

The meal is delicious, and when they are finished Spock cleans up while Nyota begins some of her homework. He finishes the cleaning before she completes her assignments, so he fills the remaining time reading status reports from the outfitting of the Enterprise, and has just begun to write a quiz for his phonology class when she announces that she is done.

He has no objections to setting aside his work for the remainder of the night.

They take a stroll around the new neighborhood and discover a family of ducks living by the creek. Nyota declares that this is exactly the sort of neighborhood she would have chosen if he'd put her in charge of finding a house. He is pleased.

When they return to the house they make their way up to the master bedroom.

He kisses her, and then says, "I am ready."

She smiles up at him. "I know."

Though he has seen her in various states of undress over the past few weeks, tonight he sees her fully nude for the first time. She is even more exquisite than he had imagined.

They take their time, exploring each other's bodies thoroughly, savoring every little touch and each new sensation. Spock keeps his mind under tight control. He does not want this to end too quickly.

He brings her to climax once before finally sliding inside of her. As their bodies merge, he allows their minds to mingle as well. Their bodies move together in perfect understanding, each aware of every sensation the other experiences. They move slowly and deliberately, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible.

As they build toward climax, Spock's control of his mind slips and her thoughts and emotions crash around him with excruciating force. He cannot sustain himself any longer. They cry out together, their bodies finding sweet release simultaneously.

He collapses on top of her, gasping for breath. He quivers as he feels the aftershocks of pleasure surge through her again and again. Her emotions envelope him. It is too much.

She whimpers as he pulls back his mind and his body all at once, rolling off of her to lie on the other side of the bed.

He closes his eyes and takes several deep, shuddering breaths. As he gradually regains control of his mind, he wonders that if the act of physical union is already such an intense and powerful experience for them, how much more intense must it be for bonded couples? He begins to understand why his parents are always so reluctant to be separated for more than a few hours at a time.

He turns his head to look back at Nyota. She is staring at him, a concerned expression on her face.

"Was that too much for you?"

He ponders for a moment before answering. "No. I was merely unprepared for the emotional intensity we experienced. However, I believe I will become accustomed to it with experience."

She smiles, and grasps his hand. "Good. I was worried there for a moment."

He shakes his head. "You have nothing to fear. All is well."

***

Nyota is still sound asleep when Spock wakes. He slips out of bed and locates a pair of pajamas.

Her face wears an expression of perfect peace, and he savors the sight of it for several minutes before ducking out onto the balcony. The balcony faces east, and though it is still dark outside he can see a faint lightness around the horizon.

He sits on a small rug, folding his legs underneath him, and meditates until he feels the first light of morning warming his face.

It is time to rejoin Nyota for another new day.