While Spock had retreated to his quarters in the Sanctuary For All after encountering that pumped-up Orion on the streets, his evening had ended a little differently in comparison; not that he could actually recall much of Halloween anymore after being knocked out and regaining consciousness back on the Enterprise with an almighty headache and a Captain looking somewhat frazzled.

Figures Spock would have waited until he was back on duty before he finally relented and told him he was injured by the same thing that had smacked him around. Stupid, thickheaded Vulcan. It did not take McCoy long to make it to the Sanctuary without the aid of a transporter. No, he would not use one of those things, not since Kirk had beamed him back to the Enterprise without his consent.

"Spock?" He knocked on the door of the room he knew belonged to that hobgoblin crewmate of his, deciding to give the Vulcan a moment, before pushing the door open and walking into the room with his medical kit tucked under one arm.