T'Prel sat in her quarters, completely silent, her face completely devoid of expression. She had agonized over this, thoughts of a thousand possibilities, discussed it, sought the support of friends, but in the end it was something she had to face. There was no more time to consider. She had settled, however tentatively, on a course of action and she would see it through unless circumstances changed dramatically. She was dressed in white civilian robes in the Vulcan style. She was aware of the beat of her heart, the rise and fall of her chest. She was aware of every inch of her body and yet she felt strangely removed from it, strangely removed from the madness which filled her mind and the hormonal urges which raged in her body. They would be here any minute now.