[that's two returns with no memory, and while it's disappointing, Jim doesn't linger on that. instead, he waves Scotty closer, his hand lingering in the air until the engineer is close enough that Kirk can lay a hand behind his shoulder. the gesture would seem innocent enough, turning the man to walk with him, but for a moment when his fingers flex, squeezing briefly into fabric and the curve of skin and bone with a little too much force. not enough to hurt, but there's something demanding in it, reinforcing himself that Scott is real and here.

when he lets go he takes a breath, falling into step with him and pulling up an information post on the datapadd he's carrying.]

This is the Tranquility, a colonization vessel in a remote part of space in an alternate reality. I've been here with Mister Spock for seventeen jumps, has anyone told you anything about that yet?