Kathryn Janeway was having a marvellous dream. A firm, warm body moved, moaning, over her and she hummed her approval as she pulled a sweet, swollen lip into her mouth. Her soft sounds changed to a sharp cry in response to the sensations her lover's hands elicited from between her legs. The dream, though vivid, lacked the dimensions of scent and taste but her unconscious, sex-starved brain was hardly complaining.

She ran her fingers through her lover's dark hair as he lavished attention on her breasts. She lifted his head to her own once more only to recoil in horror at what she saw. Her lover no longer wore the face of her second-in-command but was now grinning down at her with a menacing glee that could only come from one being.

She roared, "Q! Get out of my dreams!"