"Now there is a face I didn't expect to see here," the old Klingon said.

The old Klingon turned toward the row of consoles behind him.

The old Klingon reached for a small slit in the top of the bag, which was over the man's head.

"I can't let you live," said the old Klingon, who looked vaguely familiar.

That brought a smile to the old Klingon's blistered lips.

The older Klingon took a deep breath, eyes closing for a long, bitter moment.

Maybe the old Klingon was right, and it was a good day to die.

"I am sure he would," said the old Klingon with satisfaction.

The old Klingon had spent a lot of time alone in recent years, and he was content with his own company.