"I know what you're thinking. 'Well of course not, Q. After all you're quite magnificent yourself, there can't be many creatures out there that come close to your splendor,' and yet--yet I've spent a great portion of my existence wanting to find someone, anyone, who could understand even for a moment.

"Oh, Q tries. She's very forward thinking. But she's also very, very Q, and she rarely even makes the effort. You see, at the heart of it, we're all very selfish creatures. I know! Shocking, considering how time and again I've demonstrated how utterly selfless I am. But true, none the less. Understanding my point of view would be a waste of her time, because for a Q it's all a very personal experience; it's vast, and it's impressive--and it's lonely."

He looked off down the street as he spoke, but now he looks toward her. "You understand. And don't get me wrong, Kathy, I have no intention of rescinding on our verbal contract. We will escape from this place. But I will regret it, because there is still a great deal about being Q, and being with a Q, that I would show you if I could." And down at his feet. "As the bard would put it: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow."