As the days went on, I began to notice that I was gaining back my weight. Bones made me go down to the medbay everyday so he could check up on my weight. Bones said that I would be back on track with my weight in a month.
Uhara had been nice enough to let me borrow some of her clothes because since I had been gaining weight, I soon became too big for the black battle suit. Most of what she had were short dresses which I did not feel comfortable in at all. She did some looking around and found a mens uniform that was my size. It was blue which was the color of medical staff and science officers.
Most of my time was spent wondering the halls of the ship and seeing what kind of stuff it had and needless to say, the ship was like a small city. It had a huge gym, a few bars and rest arenas with TVs and couches, pool tables and poker tables. It had one room that I spent most of my time in. It was a drawing and painting room. Hardly anyone went in their, so I was a regular. I would often spend the day in there painting different sence from my memory. I was quite good at painting and my painting were very detailed. They had boxes that you could buy that had all kinds of drawing supplies in it. I ended up spending so much time in there that the woman who ran the place gave me one for free.
It closed early everyday so I would go back to the room and draw on my note pad with my new supplies. I brought my note pad with me everywhere and soon the others began to get curious of what I was drawing. It got to the point were I was turning into Spock at breakfast or lunch. I would just sit there drawing while the others talked.
One night while Uhara and I were in our room, she asked to see it. I had nothing to hide so I let her.
"Where did you learn to draw like this?" she asked flipping though the pages.
"It was a skill that I picked up when I was younger," I said to her, "I had to have a way to let my sister know what I saw when she was sick. I would go out into the woods and I drew what I saw."
"Wow," she said, "What does this one mean?" she asked pointing to my most recent drawing. It was of a girl with long hair looking into a mirror. Her reflection as that of a monster. It had a wicked smile that showed long sharp teeth that dripped with blood. Her cheeks were cut ear to ear, making her smile look even scarier. Her eyes that shown in the deme light that came though a window looked crazed and mad.
"It was about a story that someone told me," I told her, "it was about a world that your reflection showed who you really were," Uhara looked at me before looking back at my drawings. "Tomorrow's the day," I said aloud, "time goes by so quick when you're having fun,"
"Ya," she said closing the drawing pad and handing it back to me, "You nervous?"
"Hardly," I said, "If anything, I'm excited. I mean, it's my home,"
"Well, you better get some sleep," Uhara said as she turned off the lights, "Good night,"
"Good night," I said turning over and closing my eyes. That night though, sleep was anything but peaceful.

I was standing outside a house. It looked old and worn down and ready to fall at any minuet. I heard a scream coming from inside the house that sounded like it came from a little girl. I ran inside and started looking and calling out for the girl.
"Hello?" I called out. I heard the little girl scream from upstairs. I ran up stairs and burst threw the door. The only things in the room were two mirrors. I heard the little girl scream coming from the right mirror so I went there first. I looked and saw the little girl from the temple run and fall.
"Help me! she cried out, "She's going to kill me!" I saw a tall figure walk towards the little girl on the floor, knife in hand. The little girl began to cry as the figure pushed her to the floor with a knee on her stomach so she couldn't get away.
"Please! Someone help me!" she cried out again, tilting her head to look at me. The figure lift the knife high above her head and brought it down into the girls chest. The girls eyes went wide with pain and her mouth opened as a small gasp of pain escaped her mouth.
"Hey! I yelled bagging on the mirror, "Leave her alone!" The figure turned its head slightly and let go of the knife, leaving it sticking out of the girls chest.
The figure walked towards me, but it kept its head down so I could fully see who it was. The figure gave off a black haze that seemed to grow out of its body. It lift its head to show a wicked smile cut into its cheeks, but that wasn't the thing that scared me. What scared me were its eyes. They were purple. I gasped and stumbled back. The figure came out of the mirror with the knife back in its hand. I tripped over something and fell on my back. It took this opportunity to jump and land on my stomach with its knees, pinning me to the floor. It came close to my ear and whispered in a voice close to mine.
"Eric was right," it said, "and so were your parents. You are the cause of the sickness and death that has plagued this land," The black haze that it gave off was creeping up the edges of my eyes and the corners of my mouth. I closed my eyes tight, preparing to feel the knife plunge into my chest, but I felt nothing. When I opened my eyes, I was standing up again in the room. I looked at my arms and hands to see that they had the same black haze as that thing that attacked me.
I heard another sound, but this time it was laugher. I looked in the other mirror to see another sence. A little girl was running around with a tall figure chasing her. The figure caught her a picked her up in the air. She laughed and giggled until she noticed me. She turned and looked at me and so did the figure. The figure set the little girl down and she ran off. The figure started walking towards me. It walked out of the mirror and looked at me. It had a kind smiling face that had a white hazy around it. It had purple eyes as well.
It put out its hand with its palm up. It took me a few seconds before I understood what it wanted. I put my hand in its and watched as the white hazy replaced the black.
"You know that this isn't your fault," it spoke softly letting go of my hand, "but the person who caused it is closer than you think," I heard distant voices that grew louder and louder.
"Remember who you can trust Echo," it said as the darkness covered my eyes.

I sat up from my bed with a gasp. My breathing was wild and short. I looked around my room to see everything in order. Uhara was still asleep and the lights were still off. I looked over to clock. 2:34 a.m. There is no way that I am going to be going back to sleep after that. I slowly stood up from my bed, grabbed my drawing pad, and walked out the door.
The hall was empty with only the sound of my footsteps echoing down them. There was really no where that I could go, so I just decided to wonder the halls. I ended up in one of the rest areas. The place was empty so I sat down on one of the corner couches and brought my knees up to my chest. I opened up my drawing pad and flipped to a blank page and started drawing. I wanted to draw what I had seen in my dream, but I didn't want to worry anyone who saw my drawing, so I drew the thing from the second mirror. I drew in painstaking detail. I was so into my drawing that I didn't notice Spock walk in.
He didn't say anything at first, he just sat down to the oppiset side of the couch and started typing away on his PADD.
"Your glued to that aren't you?" I said not looking up from my drawing pad.
"I could say the same for you," he replied. I smiled and finished up the drawing. It looked exactly like my dream. I flipped to a fresh page and started drawing something else. "What are you doing up so late anyway?" I asked again.
"Vulcans do not need as much sleep as humans do," he said still typing on his PADD, "I assume that is the reason the you are awake,"
"Sure, let's go with that," I said lifting my head up to stretch my neck.
Spock lifted his head and looked at me. "Was I wrong in my assumption?" he asked.
"No, I just..." I trailed off, "I don't know why I woke up," He just kept looking at me, almost as if he was judging me. I normally didn't like people looking at me at all, but for some reason I didn't care.
"May I state my opinion?" he asked I nodded my head and he continued. "I believe that you're lieing," he said plainly. "What would make you say that?" I asked looking back down at my drawing pad.
"You looked to be crying recently," he said, "and your eyes are dilated which would suggest that you have been scared recently," The vulcan inside me wanted to tell the truth, but the human part didn't want him to know.
"It was a nightmare," I finally said, "but it didn't scare me, if anything it confused me,"
"It must have been very confusing to confuse you," he said putting his head down to look at his PADD.
"Mister Spock," I said looking at him, "I do believe that you are flirting with me,"
He looked at me with a quizzical look. "I do not understand your meaning," he said. He was ether a really good liar or he had no idea what I was talking about, and vulcans can't lie.
"Nevermind," I said standing up, "I think it be best if I return back to my room. Uhara should be awake soon and I do not want her to worry," Spock nodded his head, but he didn't look up. I swiftly walked out of the room and down the hall.
As I walked down the hall, I began to see more and more people. I knew most of the crew so I greeted them with a hello and nod of my head. When I made it back to my room, I put my back against the door and slid down to the floor. "You sound like you had a good morning," Uhara said from the bathroom. She came out and threw me a pair of clothes.
"You could say that," I said standing up. We got dressed and we walked out the door and walked to the bridge.

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