She wandered aimlessly along the black and grey corridors of the Euphedes. It all seemed so small and primitive now. She had spent a few days among the Q peoples, learning about them, interacting with them, delighting in their company.
She had been warned not to use her abilities again, the brain aneurism she had suffered was a direct effect of its overuse, and she was told that it would probably occur again if she used it too much.
Q had not left her side while she was there, and, although he was humbly subdued, he taught her a great deal about the continuum and about herself. He apologized continually, until she choose to return to the ship, without him.
Uncertain what else to do, she had chosen to return to the ship, to go back to her old life until she figured a new one out. She hadn't told anyone what she had been told, or what she was planning to do.
She knew she had to do it, as she walked along the corridor to the mess hall, she would go crazy here. She had conquered the ship, it's inner-workings, it's outer-workings, it's ultimate energetic-basic workings, even the people were meek, not offering much challenge anymore. Her intuition told her what would happen, what people were thinking, how she could get them to think what she wanted them to think. It was all very unsatisfying.
She rounded a corner and Q met her. Hugging briefly, he took her arm and led her through the double sliding doors. The first thing that caught her eye, catching her off guard for a minute, was, on bright yellow paper, in thick blue ink, "Good Luck, Miral."