He was 10 years old, again. Little Marc was alive, once more. Forgetting logic or his deep resentment of his parents, Peter picked up his baby brother.

First, he planted a kiss on the baby's cheek. Marc turned and kissed back, giggling. Moving to burp him, he felt how heavy and big the infant was getting.

Hugging and holding and being hugged and held, Peter Kirk finally began to rock his little heart to sleep, after changing his diaper.

Suddenly, it was late 2284 on Vulcan, and he was in his room---with his wife, Saavik, who he held in his arms. He had been sleepwalking, and thought that his adopted sister and wife was his little brother, lost on Deneva 18 years prior.

"Saavik-kam, why didn't you tell me it was you?"

She smiled, and lightly shrugged.

"Because then, you might have stopped doing what you were doing. Now, brother--put me in my crib!"

The G-rated part ends here.