Later, Kierk is browsing the internet for the snippets he remembers from the stream-of-consciousness chant, but the specifics of it are quickly fading from his memory and each variation gets no results. No origin is forthcoming. Indeed, he thinks at his desk, nothing is lately—

The lights automatically shut off, causing him to jump. Looking around he’s alone. His confusion clears when he remembers how late in the day it is. Outside the windows of the dimly lit lab there is void as dark as deep space.