Epilogue
"I'm sorry, but we don't normally stock the sort of things you're probably used to," her companion said as Ziyal took a seat, feeling somewhat dazed. The strange orange animal that sat on the floor looked up at her oddly and she kept expecting it to transform back into the man who had been standing before her upon their arrival in this place. "Where did you say we are again?" the Cardassian inquired, seeking out her host. "Not so loud, I don't want to wake up my assistant," Lincoln advised, passing her a plate. Ziyal ate, savoring the unusual dishes as her escort took the animal into her lap and began stroking its fur. "As for where, that's not important since you won't be staying here for very long," Roberta went on, adjusting the silver device which she held in her hands. "Where am I going, then?" she wondered. "Everywhere and nowhere… you're a special case, if you don't mind me saying so. I don't think my boss ever gave me a job which was quite this difficult back whenever we still worked on the same planet. Snatching somebody out of a temporal paradox engineered by a being who can warp reality is no easy task, especially when there's more than one of them at work," her host went on. "You're not making any sense," Ziyal observed as she finished her meal. "That's just the thing… I've been trying for days to wrap my mind around it and I'm the one who has to do it! You understand the concept behind what we just experienced, right?" Lincoln inquired. "That anything which can happen will," the Cardassian answered. "Not only that, but it already is… anyway, you're going to live it," Roberta said and Ziyal waited for her to explain.
eugolipE
Hunger... hunger was transient. Food… food was here. It grew closer. A feast had been in store. It was there. It was gone. It has come. It will go. It never went. Yet it had been. There, here, now, then… Yes. There would be plenty. And it shall be enough. Permanently it was there. Always that had been so and yet still it remained. Everything would be consumed. Nothing would endure. And then, there is satisfaction. Then, the feast would continue. The search, the discovery, the consumption. Then, it would return. Hunger. Yes, it sensed the food was gone. Yet there was everything. Poison is there, here, then, now… Never. Yet, it is. Create. Yes, only then could it take what was needed. When? How? Then, now… Yes, it had the answer. They will be gone. But it would not be stopped. The meal would take place and this time, it shall end. Eternity spanned in but a moment of the hunt which went on forever, yet never began. It had found satisfaction. Hunger would be forever. Yet it had to consume. Everything, anything, nothing, something... This was its purpose. This was its motive. Food, poison; both were gone and would be formed. All is nothing. All is everything. All is it. It is all…