Carolyn sighed, shifting from foot to foot as she tried to truly process what was going on. This all did suck. She had things to do, a meeting to go to. She didn't have time for whatever this Q thought she had time for. She had an entire medical department to take care of and lord, if Mitchell got into trouble again, who was suppose to patch him up while lecturing him?

She shook her head and shrugged. "Well, it's not like he can keep us here forever, right? Surely there's a way we can get to where we're suppose to..." She glanced around. "Is he here? This Q?"