Narrator: (Q sat in the void of space, or not space, he wasn't quite sure. He had just snapped his fingers and sent Picard and his allies back to the future where they belong. He expected to die, but instead, his physical form was destroyed, or it wasn't... It was confusing, it was like he was between life and death)

Q's POV: Who am I? I am the evolution of stardust... I'm the gentle flutter of a butterfly... I am death, destroyer of Worlds... Or at least... I was... At least it was worth it