Captain Kathryn Janeway stood in the middle of a ballroom wich, a few seconds ago, was Sandrines Bar on the holodeck.
"What the hell?" she huffed.
"Computer, resume holodeck programme Sandrines Bar,"
Nothing.
"Computer, is there a malfunction in the holodeck?"
Still nothing.
She tapped her com badge, "Janeway to bridge."
Silence.
"Janeway to Chakotay."
"Janeway to Engineering."
"Janeway to Astrometrix."
"Janeway to Tuvok."
"Janeway to B'Elanna."
She was getting desprate.
"Janeway to Seven of Nine."
"Janeway to anyone on the ship."
"Where the hell am I?" she thought out loud.
"Why, Kathy, I thought you would know a ballroom when you see one," came a familiar voice.
"Q!"
"Of course, the one and only," he said and appeared in frount of her, "Who else would it be?"
She gave him her infamous 'death glare.' Q shifted slightly on his feet as she stared him out.
"Don't look at me like that, Kathy."
"Like what?" she said inocently.
"I know you know what I'm talking about."
"Just cut to the chase, Q! What do you want?"
"What makes you think I want something?" he said with a mischivious grin.
"Fine then. Send me back to Voyager."
"No!" he said in a babyish tone.
"Q! I'm not in the mood to play your stupid games."
"Aww. Come now Kathy. You're never in the mood. Besides, Voyager won't miss you."
"And what's THAT supposed to mean?" she demanded.