GILLIAN: What are you talking about? I'm coming with you.
KIRK: You can't. Our next stop is the 23rd Century.
GILLIAN: What do I care? I've got nobody but those whales...
"You're going to your ship, I'm going to mine. Science vessel, bound for Mer to recruit some divers to help the whales. Why, the next time you see me, I may have learned to breathe underwater!" She grinned, honestly and completely happy for the first time since Jim had met her. "I've got three hundred years of catchup learning to do," she said.
Many individuals had spoken throughout the morning. Dr. Gillian Taylor, a twentieth-century cetacean biologist who had helped the captain and the Enterprise’s command crew bring a pair of humpback whales into the present in order to avert Earth’s destruction, had recalled meeting Jim, being charmed by him, and at last being enlisted to his cause
It wasn’t God who had summoned the darkness, but a woman named Carol Marcus. Even without God making an appearance, this was Genesis: the birth of life on a lifeless world. The rebirth of a failed project. But no birth is without danger. Lost in the birth-tempest was a young humpbacked whale, named Harpo.
In the observation room of the drift-station Madrigal, Gillian searched the waters and swore.