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Though it was
a blatant violation

of the Prime Directive,

Kirk saved the Pelosians
from extinction,

just as he had the Baezians

and the Chenari,
many years earlier.

Finally, in the year 2270,

Kirk completed
his historic five-year mission,

and one of the greatest chapters
in Starfleet history

came to a close.

A new chapter began

when Kirk regained command
of the Enterprise.

How many more chapters
are there?

Thirty-four.

This was supposed to be
a 20-minute presentation.

I was trying to be thorough.

I-I could shorten the report.

That won't be necessary.

You obviously know
the subject matter.

Congratulations, Cadet.

You have just passed
Early Starfleet History.

Thank you, Captain.

I would've failed him.

Kirk may have been
a lowly human,

but at least he had pizzazz.

That report made him sound
about as exciting

as a Vulcan funeral dirge.

Janeway to Security.

Don't bother.

I trapped your crew
in a temporal loop.

They keep experiencing

the last 30 seconds
over and over.

Almost as monotonous
as drone boy's essay.

Who are you?

I know he's grown
since you last saw him, Kathy,

but don't tell me you can't see
the family resemblance.

This is my son...

Q.

I'm a little hurt you
didn't recognize Junior.

You are his godmother,
after all.

The last time I saw
him, he was an infant.

Four years ago in human time.

You called me "adorable."

You remember?

I may have looked
like an infant,

but I was still a Q.

Maybe you should've picked
a better godparent.

I wonder if it's too late
to ask Jean-Luc.

What do you want, Q?

Oh, Junior's taking
a little vacation

from the Continuum.

I recommended
he spend it with you.

Why?

Oh, he's always been fascinated

by the old man's stories
about humanity.

I thought it was time he has
some firsthand experience.

I am flattered
that you would entrust me

with your firstborn,
but I really don't have time.

He's as quiet as a Zyznian
church mouse.

You'll forget he's even here.

Well, if you're going to stay,

we'll need to lay down
a few ground rules.

I make my own rules.

I'm not detecting either Q.

I want to be alerted
if they resurface.

Keep running scans.

Scan, scan, scan.

That's all you people ever do.

I've been through every deck
on this ship,

and do you know what I've seen?

Bipeds pushing buttons,

bipeds replacing relays,

bipeds running diagnostics.

When are you going to do
something interesting?

Say hello to Q, everyone.

We could fly into fluidic space
and fight species 8472...

or we could detonate
a few Omega molecules.

What do you say?

No.

20 minutes observing humanity.

I'm already bored.

I guess I'm just going
to have to amuse myself.

Torres to the Captain.

I need you in Engineering.

Once dance, B'Elanna!

That's all I ask-- one dance.

If he doesn't stop
his little light show,

the warp core's going to breach.

Relax. It's a party.

This party is over.

Get your... guests off my ship.

I like you, Aunt Kathy.

You've got gumption,
but what you don't have

is unlimited control
of space, matter and time,

which means I give
the orders around here.

I could assemble a security team

and attempt to take
Engineering by force.

We all know
that wouldn't do any good.

Besides, I'll bet that's exactly

the kind of reaction
he's hoping for.

He's doing everything he can
to get under our skin.

If we deny him the satisfaction
of a response,

he may become bored
and return to the Continuum.

Talk about perfection.

If you're attempting
to embarrass me,

you won't succeed.

I'm just observing humanity.

Aren't you going
to scamper away,

make some futile attempt
to cover yourself?

Coffee, black.

Make it yourself.

You can thank Q's son.

He thought the computer
needed more personality.

Charming.

I've been giving some thought
to the Q situation.

Maybe ignoring him
isn't the best solution.

I'm open to suggestions.

He may be omnipotent,

but he's still a young man
in need of guidance.

Perhaps if someone were
to approach him as a friend.

You think he needs a mentor.

Exactly.

Are you volunteering?

Well, I am good with children.

Q is no ordinary child.

I'm no ordinary mentor.

Can I help you, Kitchen Rat?

I thought you and I could
spend some time together.

Ha! Excellent maneuver.

What are you watching?

What's it look like?

It's a battle between
the Vojeans and the Wyngari.

We passed through that region
a few months ago.

They were at peace.

Not anymore.

Watch this.

You have to stop this.

It's not like
there's anything else to do.

We could play Kadis-Kot.

Are there explosions
in Kadis-Kot?

Well, no...

Well, then I'm not interested.

Instead of hurting people,
maybe you could help them.

The Wyngari are suffering
a food shortage on their world.

Maybe you could use
your powers to...

You know what, Talaxian?

You talk too much.

His jaw's been fused
and his vocal cords removed.

I might be able to undo some
of the cosmetic damage,

but only Q can restore
his voice.

Janeway to the Bridge.
Report.

I've got a surprise for you,
Captain. Come see.

Q said I should pay attention

to how you humans
act under pressure.

Is this enough pressure?

We're venting plasma.

Reroute power to aft shields
and return fire.

You're just prolonging
the inevitable.

We've defeated the Borg before.

We'll do it again.

Not this time.

Weapons are off-line.

I'm losing thrusters.

Shields are down.

We were just getting
to the good part.

If the Continuum's
told you once,

they've told you
a thousand times:

Don't provoke the Borg!

Now... I want you to give
Aunt Kathy your word,

you won't do it again.

Oh, he won't do it again,

because he's leaving now.

Excuse us, son.

The grownups
need a moment in private.

He isn't so bad,
once you get to know him.

He's just misunderstood.

He tried to kill my crew.

No one was hurt.

I-l repaired the damage
to your ship.

I even gave your pet Talaxian
his vocal cords back.

Everything's exactly as it was.

And how long do you think
it will take your... son

to come up with another way
to amuse himself?

Oh...

If you knew he was dangerous,
why did you send him here?

Ah, is this another
lesson for humanity?

It's supposed to be
a lesson for him.

Think back to my last visit.

I made you the offer
of a lifetime.

Asking me to mate with you

was hardly the offer
of a lifetime.

If you hadn't turned me down,

I wouldn't
have been forced to mate

- with that other Q.
- Oh, get to the point.

My point is,

Junior was supposed to inspire
peace and compassion,

but instead of order,
he's brought chaos.

He's been starting wars
among innocent species,

tampering
with primordial gene pools,

punching holes
in the fabric of space-time.

Where's his mother been
during all this?

She's been so humiliated
by his antics,

she's disowned him,

and she's blamed me
for everything.

I've managed to undo
most of the damage,

but that wasn't good
enough for the Continuum.

They're hounding me to
straighten the boy out.

That's why I brought him here,

in hopes that your vaunted
Starfleet ideals

would rub off on him.

Obviously, that hasn't happened.

You can't just dump
your child on someone

and hope he learns something.

I can't?

He needs to be parented.

And how exactly am I
supposed to do that?

Q is the first child
born in the Continuum,

which makes me the first parent.

I don't even know
where to begin.

You could start
by spending time with him.

Parenthood is more

than just cleaning up
your child's messes.

You need to set an example.

It's the only way he'll learn.

Of course.

Once he begins to know me
better, he'll idolize me.

Then he'll do anything I say.

Kathy.

You're a genius.

I've made a full sensor sweep.

There's no sign
of any more Borg vessels.

The boy?

He's gone.

I am going to my quarters.

You have the Bridge.

I take it back--
you're not a genius.

Mm. I should've known better

than to take the advice
of a human.

Q!

Your brilliant plan didn't work.

I smothered the boy
with attention,

spent every waking moment

with him,
but things only got worse.

You've been gone
for less than ten minutes.

On your temporal plane, maybe,
but in Q time,

we've spent years together.

Now he's embarrassed
to be seen with me,

and it's all your fault.

My fault?

Tell me how you plan to rectify
the situation.

What happened
after you left Voyager?

Well, Q got away from me

and rearranged the tectonic
plates on Bozel Prime.

Did you punish him?

Well, I tried to get him
to apologize

to all 16 billion Bozelians,

but he got angry
and stopped talking to me.

So you gave in to him.

I told him he could shift
as many continents as he liked,

as long as no one got hurt.

You're not going to do your son
any favors by indulging him.

You need to make him understand

that there are consequences
to his actions.

Consequences?

Hmm.

Kathy, I take it back.

You are a genius.

I think that's long enough.

What was that for?

What's wrong--
you didn't enjoy life

as an Oprelian amoeba?

No. I was shapeless and slimy.

The only thing to eat
was paramecia.

Sounds unpleasant.

I'm sure you'll do
whatever you can

to avoid returning
to that petri dish.

What are you talking about?

The Continuum and I
have come to an agreement

about your future.

Either you become
an upstanding citizen

of the cosmos, or
you'll be sentenced

to eternity as an amoeba.

How's that for consequences?

You'd turn your own son
into a microscopic life-form?

You have one week
to change your ways.

I suggest
you make the most of it.

Fine.

I'll see you in seven days.

We've temporarily
relieved you of your powers,

to ensure that you're

on your best behavior
with the Captain.

You're leaving me here?

I thought we agreed

that you were going to take
a more active role.

I'd like to, Kathy,

but we both know that you're
a million times the parent I am.

I'm not a parent.

Well, maybe not
in a biological sense,

but you're certainly
a mommy to this crew.

Just look how quickly
you housebroke that Borg drone.

It's taken years...

for Seven to become
an individual.

You're asking me to change
your son in one week?

I'm sure you'll think
of something.

What if she doesn't?

Then it's single-cellular city
for you, my boy.

I'm getting off this ship.

Janeway to Security.

What you no longer have, Q,

is unlimited control
of space, matter and time,

which means I give
the orders around here.

Do I make myself clear?

Your quarters.

The petri dish was less cramped.

Get some sleep--
you're going to need it.

What for?

I'm preparing a curriculum

for you to follow
while you're here.

You're going to learn respect
and responsibility.

Don't tell me you're actually
going through with Q's plan.

I may not approve
of his methods,

but, for once, his heart
seems to be in the right place.

I think his desire
to help you is genuine.

He abandoned me on an antiquated
flying machine run by primates.

We primates are your only hope.

Seven days?

How hard could it be?

Seven of Nine will be
instructing you

in spatial causality.

You will learn how your actions

can have widespread
repercussions.

I read the padd.

You're going to tell me

how I can't create anomaly A
without causing phenomenon B,

which, in turn, affects
civilization C, right?

I'm... Icheb.

Oh, I know who you are.

You're the drone
with the Kirk fixation.

You would be wise to follow
Icheb's example.

By applying himself,

he's become
a valued member of this crew.

Can I see you naked again?

Computer, run
Diplomacy Scenario 12-Alpha.

The planetoid is
in Nausicaan space.

It belongs to us now.

After you.

Come anywhere near it,
and we'll attack you.

You can't intimidate us.

We've as much right to mine
that dilithium as you do!

What are you doing here,
Starfleet?

Computer, freeze program.

I assume you're familiar
with these species.

Nausicaan,
Bolian, Cardassian, Romulan,

Ferengi, and Bajoran.

They're fighting over the
mining rights to a planetoid.

Your job is
to settle the dispute.

These aliens mean nothing to me.

What do I care
if they can't get along?

One of your
responsibilities as a Q

is to maintain order
in the universe, right?

So I've been told.

Well, if you can't help these
races come to an agreement,

there might be a war.

The Alpha Quadrant
would be thrown into chaos.

Why don't we try

running the first scenario
together?

I don't need your help.

I can do this myself.

If you want to try...

be my guest.

I'll be back in 30 minutes
to check on your progress.

And... remember--

Security is right outside.

Computer, resume program.

The planetoid
is in Nausicaan space.

It belongs to us now.

You can't intimidate us.

We have as much right to mine
that dilithium as you do.

Aren't you supposed
to be supervising

our young guest?

He says he doesn't
need supervision.

And you accepted that?

Of course not.

I'm just giving him
the chance to fail.

Then he'll have to ask
for some help.

Sounds like a good strategy.

Let me know how it goes.

Settling the planetoid
predicament

didn't take very long,

so I used the rest of the time
to convince the Cardassian

to apologize for the occupation
of Bajor.

How's that for order
in the universe?

Welcome.

It's so nice to see you
this evening.

I hope you're hungry.

Step right up.

There's plenty for everyone.

Enjoy!

Do you ever stop?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot.

My talking annoys you.

Too bad you can't just...

...shut me up again, huh?

Crewman Biddle, where have
you been hiding yourself?

I haven't seen you in days!

If it isn't drone boy.

You come to put me to sleep

with another one
of your presentations?

Actually, I was wondering
if you'd like to participate

in some
recreational activities.

I don't have the time.

Aunt Kathy's forcing me
to write an historical essay

on the Q Continuum.

That's a challenging subject.

I've never written
an essay before.

I don't know where to start.

The origin of the Q seems
like the most logical place,

followed by an analysis of their
interaction with humanity.

You could conclude
with a description

of the events
that led you to Voyager.

Would you mind writing
some of this down for me?

I'll get a padd.

Insightful, informative.

I'm impressed.

Too bad you didn't write it.

What do you mean?

I'd recognize Icheb's
style anywhere.

He gave me a few notes
on my first draft, that's all.

I negotiated a peace treaty

between six belligerent species
in just 13 minutes.

When Commander Chakotay
left the room,

you altered their
personality subroutines

to make them more agreeable.

We may be common bipeds,

but we're not stupid.

Your training is over.

Go back to your room

and wait for your father
to return.

If you don't help me,

the Continuum
will turn me into an amoeba.

I wanted to help you,

but instead of trying
to live up to your potential,

you cheated.

Do you think it's easy
to live up to my potential?

I was supposed to be the savior
of the Q Continuum.

Tell me, how do you save a race
that's already omnipotent?

Those were the Qs' expectations,
not mine.

All I asked was
that you make a sincere effort,

but you weren't even
willing to try.

Please, Aunt Kathy...

you're my only hope.

Well, I'm glad
you finally realize that.

Now, if your motives are
sincere,

I'm willing to give you
another chance.

But step out of line again,

and I'm through with you,
understood?

Understood.

Dismissed!

Captain's Log, Stardate 54704.5.

It's been four days since
my ultimatum to the young Q,

and he appears
to be making progress.

His instructors inform me
that he's taking on

his assignments
with new determination,

and he's made a concerted effort

to be more courteous
to the crew.

It's hard to believe this is

the same brazen young man
that came aboard a few days ago.

Captain?

This is for you.

It's a new draft of my essay.

I know you didn't ask for one,

but I felt I owed it to you
for giving me a second chance.

"I, Q: An Insider's View
of the Continuum."

If the essay is half as clever
as the title,

I'm sure I'll enjoy it.

Lieutenant Paris has offered
to give me a piloting lesson.

I thought you might like
to join us.

Oh, thanks, but I have
to help Crewman Chell

scrub the plasma conduits.

I think you've earned a break.

This is the only time off
I'm giving you.

I suggest
you take advantage of it.

Yes, ma'am.

Piloting lesson, huh?

Where are we going?

Steady...

Ease up a little
on the thrusters.

In case you forgot,
I'm mortal now.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't
fly us into a rock.

Maybe Q could take over
for a little while.

What do you say?

You want a turn at the wheel?

Ordinarily, a Q
wouldn't demean himself

by operating
primitive machinery,

but these aren't
ordinary circumstances.

Uh, did I do something wrong?

Just a little ion imbalance
in the impulse drive.

Nothing to worry about.

Well, it's very distracting.

Can't you fix it?

Well, I could, but we'd have
to go back to Voyager

and run diagnostics.

If you two don't mind
cutting your lesson

a little short.

That won't be necessary.

In fact,
I barely hear it anymore.

Do you hear it?

Hear what?

Going up?

I'll catch the next one.

Hmm.

Oh, you can't get away
from me that easily.

It's only been five days.

Why are you back?

Oh, I thought I'd just pop in
and check on Junior.

I'm not an entirely uninvolved
father, you know.

Well, he got off
to a pretty shaky start,

but he's made some progress
since then.

Really!

He's been working
extremely hard.

We're talking about the same Q?

If you don't believe me,

maybe you should
see for yourself.

The Continuum has been perceived
in a variety of ways--

a dreary desert road,

a blood-soaked battleground--

but with the help
of Voyager's crew,

I've begun to perceive it
in another context-- a home.

I look forward to the day

when I return there
and make that perception

a reality.

Well?

Huh?

What did you think?

Oh, it's very nice.

Nice?

Yes, I especially liked

the part about the Continuum.

The entire essay
was about the Continuum.

Yes, and it's very nice.

I'm late for my
temporal mechanics lesson.

Q...

Well, if there's nothing else,
I'll be on my way.

He worked so hard
on that paper.

The least you could have done

was tell him
you were proud of him.

But I'm not.

And frankly, it's a little hard

to be impressed with any
of the boy's accomplishments.

He's been here for five days,
and what have you taught him?

How to scribble essays
and play with holograms.

What's next, basket weaving?

Whether you're willing
to admit it or not,

your son has made progress here.

He has the potential

to be a better Q
than you will ever be.

Potential isn't going to be
enough for the Continuum.

Then what will be enough?

The boy needs to demonstrate
nothing less than...

exemplary Q-ness.

And what exactly is Q-ness?

Oh, it's impossible
for your minuscule mind

to comprehend,
but I know Q-ness when I see it,

and this...

is not it.

Come in.

I wanted to see how you were.

I'm perfectly fine.

Why wouldn't I be?

I thought you might be upset
by Q's reaction to your essay.

He's impossible to please.

I don't care what he thinks.

We have two days left.

Let's make the most of them.

Aunt Kathy...

do you think the Continuum

will be any more impressed
with me than Q was?

That's what I thought.

If the Continuum decides
they won't take you back,

I'll ask them
to let you stay here.

I don't think they care
where an amoeba spends eternity.

That's not what I meant.

I'll ask them to let
you remain human.

I appreciate that...

but I don't want to be human.

I want to be a Q...

like my father.

Itchy! Are you in here? Itchy?

What can I do for you, Q-Ball?

I need your help.

Remember that ion imbalance
Lieutenant Paris mentioned

during our lesson?

We're going
to repair it for him.

Did you get permission?

Well, that would ruin
the surprise.

The surprise?!

The Captain's
been encouraging me

to take more initiative.

I want to show her
I can do things for others

without being asked.

I'll help you, on one condition.

Name it.

You won't refer to me as "ltchy"

in front of the senior officers.

I've realigned the last pair
of power couplings.

You can start
the preignition sequence.

Understood.

I'm not detecting
any ion fluctuations.

We did it.

You can power down
the engine now.

Q?

What are you doing?

You're gonna love this.

I once learned how
to open a spatial flexure,

using nothing more
than a deflector array.

"Flexure"?

It's like a tunnel
through space.

I'm going to open one
to the Clevari system.

Just wait
till you see the females.

They're spectacular.

We need the Captain's permission
to leave Voyager.

Do you think
she'd give it to us?

No.

Then there's no point in asking.

You've been doing so well.

Why break the rules now?

I'm bored.

Icheb to Security.

They can't hear you.

I've dampened
all outgoing communications.

Just sit back, Itchy.

Enjoy the ride.

What's the real reason
you're doing this?

I'm getting out of here

before my father can put me
back in that petri dish.

The Q are omnipotent.

They'll find you.

I may not have my powers
anymore, but I know plenty

of cosmic nooks and crannies
we can hide in.

Voyager has locked onto us
with a tractor beam.

They're so predictable.

They're opening some sort of
spatial rift off their port bow.

It's disrupting
the tractor beam.

Compensate.

They're gone.

Welcome to the Clevari system.

What would you like to do first?

Take a dip with
the mermaids of Golos Prime?

Challenge the warrior goddess
of Fekdar

to a grappling contest?

What I want is
to return to Voyager.

Forget that dreary ship,
with its rules and regulations.

We can do anything we want here.

Go back to Voyager.

Apologize to the Captain.

She'll help you.

It's too late.

She said one more violation,

I'll be thrown off her ship.

I'm pretty sure this qualifies.

What's wrong?

There's a vessel approaching.

You're trespassing
in Chokuzan space.

We were just leaving.

Our laws require
that you be incarcerated,

pending an investigation.

How long will that take?

Disengage your engines
and prepare to be boarded.

We should do as he says.

Why, just because
he has a bigger ship?

Because Captain Janeway has
taught us to respect the laws

of other cultures.

I should have known better
than to bring you along.

You're going to get us killed!

Did you expect me to surrender?

He might have
locked us up for years.

You don't know that.

There's no time for a debate.

I need you at Tactical.

Shields are down to 30 percent.

Sixteen percent.

I'm opening another flexure!

We'll go to the Zozek system.

The girls aren't as attractive,

but we have to make
some compromises.

Icheb!

I'm detecting
another rift forming...

approximately 5,000 kilometers
directly ahead.

A vessel is emerging.

It's the Flyer.

They're hailing.

- On screen.
- Aunt Kathy...

Don't you "Aunt Kathy" me.

Yell at me later.

We need to get Icheb
to Sick Bay.

His cells are being necrotized

by some form
of omicron radiation,

but I can't treat his injuries
without knowing more

about the weapon
that caused them.

Is this a bad time?

Tell him.

Icheb stole a shuttle
from Voyager.

I tried to stop him,
but he kidnapped me,

and he started a fight
with another ship.

He stole the shuttle,

and he attacked
the other vessel.

Is that true, son?

Please, Q, just save him.

Don't be absurd.

You're not going to help him?

Like Aunt Kathy said,

you're never going
to learn anything

if you don't face the
consequences of your actions.

If your little playmate has
to die to teach you a lesson,

so be it.

I know you can hear me, Q.

Come back! Q!

You're wasting your time.

He's the only one
who can save Icheb.

No, he isn't.

You're going back
to that ship you attacked.

You're going to apologize
for what you did,

and you're going
to plead with them

for the information we need
to save Icheb.

Look at what they did to him.

If 1 go back,
they'll do the same to me.

What do you care?

By this time tomorrow,
you'll be an amoeba.

Well, I'd rather be an amoeba
than a corpse!

That would be easier,

wouldn't it?

No expectations to live up to.

No one to disappoint.

I'm a failure as a Q
and a human.

If I'm a single-celled organism,
at least I can't hurt anybody.

Why did you come back here?

To escape the Chokuzan.

You could've
used your technology

to take you anywhere,
but you came back here to us.

Why?

I probably hit
the wrong control.

Icheb is the only friend
I've ever had.

I brought him back here,

because I thought
you could save him.

Obviously, I was mistaken.

The only mistake you made
was running away.

You have a chance
to do the right thing now.

Don't waste it.

The attack on your vessel
was entirely my fault.

Icheb had nothing to do with it,
but he's the one who's dying.

I-1 take full responsibility
for what happened.

I'll do anything you ask.

Just help my friend.

My crew and I will repair
any damage he did

to your ship.

Are you the adult
responsible for this child?

I suppose I am.

We'll accept his apology

and give you the information
you need to save his accomplice,

but you will be punished
for their crime.

She didn't have anything
to do with it.

In our culture,
adults are accountable

for the actions
of their children.

I attacked your ship.

I should be punished for it,
not her.

You don't even know
what the punishment is.

It might be torture,
or even execution.

I don't care,

if it means saving my friend.

Well done, Junior.

I'm proud of you.

Surprise!

I wish you could see the look
on your faces.

Oh, wait. You can.

We don't have time
for your games.

We need to find
the real people I attacked.

You just did.

I was the Chokuzan you fired on.

What kind of horrible joke...?

Not a joke. A test.

I knew the pathetic
little exercises

you had him performing
would not impress the Continuum.

So, when he escaped your
clutches, I devised a real test.

It was touch and go there
for a moment,

but you passed
with flying colors.

What about Icheb?

Your Doctor will discover
he's made a miraculous recovery.

Now then,
if we're all finished here,

it's Judgment Day for Junior.

We're ready, Your Honor.

In the case
of The Continuum vs. Q,

we, the Continuum, have found

that Q has not
made sufficient progress

to warrant the reinstatement
of his powers.

Objection.
What about my test?

What about it?

Q was willing to sacrifice
himself to save his friend.

Surely that counts
for something.

It was Q who endangered
the boy's life

in the first place.

However, in deference

to the aforementioned
act of contrition,

the defendant will not
be transformed

into an Oprelian amoeba.

Oh, good.

Instead...

he will suffer
the next worst fate--

remaining human.

Court is adjourned.

This is an outrage!

They can't do this to me!

Come in.

Do you have a moment?

A few days ago, you offered
to let me remain on Voyager.

I know I've made
a few mistakes since then,

and you probably
don't want me around,

but if it's all right

with you... I'd like
to continue my training.

But you have nothing left
to prove to the Continuum.

But there's a lot
1 still need to prove to you.

What about your father?

You don't honestly believe
we'll see him again, do you?

He obviously doesn't
want me around.

Why else would he have
left me here... twice?

The question
you should be asking

is why I keep coming back.

Now, I'm sorry
I left so abruptly,

but the Continuum's verdict
demanded an immediate appeal.

I told them I refuse to belong

to any Continuum that wouldn't
accept my son as a member.

We're a package deal.

You left the Continuum for me?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I'm the only one holding
that place together.

And when they realized
they might lose me,

they crumbled like a
Gelbian sand sculpture.

They're going
to return my powers?

They already have.

For you, Captain,
for all your help.

Thank you.

Now that you're a Q again,

I thought we might spend
some quality time together.

I want to show you the cosmos
the way it was meant to be seen.

We've tried that already.

Things will be different
this time.

I promise.

Now run along.

I'll meet you on Golos Prime.

After I've had a few moments
alone with the Captain.

I'll see you soon, Aunt Kathy.

I certainly hope so.

So, the Continuum "crumbled
like a Gelbian sand sculpture."

Yes.

Some of them even
got on their knees

and begged me to stay.

It was pathetic.

If you must know,

I had to agree
to a few minor conditions.

Oh? Such as?

Eternal custody of the boy.

Wherever the little brat goes,
1 go with him.

I hope he won't spoil
too much of your fun.

Oh, before I leave,

1 did a little homework for you.

Consider it a thank you

for everything you did
for Junior.

Not that I don't appreciate it,

but this will only take
a few years off our journey.

Why not send us all the way?

What sort of an example
would I be setting for my son

if 1 did all the work for you?