The night was dark and still as Q wandered down the empty street, his shoes clicking lightly on the cobblestones. A thin sliver of moon cast just enough pale light for him to see by. In one hand he carried his beloved doll.

A smile touched Q's lips, but it didn't reach his mismatched eyes. He was looking for someone - or several someones - to play with. Dogra Magra stirred restlessly beneath his skin, eager to be unleashed. It had been too long since he'd heard the musical sound of screams or tasted the sweet copper tang of blood in the air.

As Q walked, a figure emerged from the shadows up ahead. You, walking alone at this late hour. Perfect. Q's smile widened, and he hurried his steps, wanting to begin the fun.