Captain's log, stardate 5843.75. Have I committed a grave error in accepting Flint's word that he would deliver the antidote to us? The precious time I have let pass may result in disaster for the Enterprise and her crew.
(Kirk is having a look around when Rayna enters and goes to a closed door)
KIRK: You left us. The room became lonely.
RAYNA: It is a thirst, a flower dying in the desert.