Timed in Vulcan Hours

The last few days had been interesting, to say the least. Beyond the studying that occupied much of his time, it had been very quiet in the cells below. Just the chatter of the guards between them, picking up the simple happenings on the ship - such as where they were (Risa, which evidently was not all that different from his universe in the sense of being a pleasure stop but much different in its makeup), that most of the crew was off the ship, that there were some new people on board but the guard who spoke it had not gotten a good look at them, and that they would be leaving Risa's orbit within the next day.

But what had made the last few days was the curious knowledge that there was indeed what Pike had taken to mentally calling 'a rider' on the damaged bond between himself and Spock. He had noticed the thin golden thread before, but had not fully explored it.
( The knowledge of just what it was and how strong it was came in the middle of the night. )