Circuits

"It's too late for this," Q says when his fingers no longer itch to dig out the second gun and empty it into Bond's stomach. He checks his watch and gives a dry chuckle. If it's directed at the time, or at Bond, or at the shambles his life is in, he doesn't know. "Or too early. I'm going to bed. If you're still here in six hours, we'll talk. Otherwise, so long. Oh, I don't recommend using the red quilt if you don't fancy waking up with cat fur in places where you wouldn't want cat fur to be.""You want me to sleep on the couch," Bond says. Q gets a good bit of pleasure from his surprise."Actually, I want you to go back to Paris or, more in general, go wherever you want that is far away from here and possibly not reachable if not by plane.""You took a plane to Austria.""You're quite the broken record, you know.""You have a guest room.""I do. You'll find I can be rather petty when pissed off."  or, Bond comes back, but not to MI6.