As abruptly as it began, the dark red lighting of the access crawlway suddenly gives way to a room that Jim doesn't recognize, disoriented from the flashback. There are other people there... not Scotty. Not Spock. Who... what happened?

Wasn't there someone else here?

Wasn't he doing something?

Jim looks up at the other people, comprehension slowly filtering back into his consciousness. Oh. This is probably bad.