The image on the screen froze. "But," said Wesley, "doesn't the rest matter."
"No," said Q, looking at the man as though he were a microbe. They've learned their lesson. The rest is irrelevant. We bring them back, and we change it back to how it was, and life goes on."
"Why do we have to change it back? They look so happy."
Q rolled his eyes. "Haven't you learned anything? Who knows what else has changed because of their relationship here. The whole point of this is to teach them to make do with what they have, and to not be afraid to make it work, not to destroy things. Didn't your last experience teach you anything?"
Wesley blushed crimson. "You're right."
"Of course," said Q. "What do you think omnipotent means? Now then, let's see if they've learned anything."
He snapped his fingers, and they appeared before him just as they had been before embarking on their trip through the past.
"What have you done," snapped Picard. He had the sensation he had been on a long and arguious journey, but was unable to remember any of it.
"Look," Q snorted, "You can't even do him a favor without being attacked. You would think someone who had been given a gift like the one he received would be more grateful. I believe you owe me the courtesy of…"
"I owe you nothing. Nothing," Picard interjected.
"You owe me more than you could possibly realize, but since you could never understand, I'll let it go. You already don't remember what you've just been through, and soon you won't remember this exchange, or Torpid VI, for that matter. All you'll be left with is a vague sense of what you learned. Maybe someday you'll come to appreciate it."
With that, he snapped his fingers.