You know that other me? The older me? *just stares down* ...They've ... lived entire lives. In Spock's time... he... *a tiny voice crack* He's dead. For almost 50 years now, Jim Kirk has been dead. They shared a bond, Bones. Something I can barely even describe. They felt each other die, in all that time. Died, reborn, dead again. All these... memories got passed through, these emotions, I think by accident...

*closes his eyes* But they're in my head, now. Still in there. Sometimes I dream about it, ya know? Nightmares about places and people I've never met, or ones I have and I get to watch them live or die.