"I don't regret the things I did before coming to six," he assured her. "I did as much good as I did wrong back then, and it all helped me become the man I am now- For better and worse. You're not wrong though, I do see shades of my past in you, Dutch- But not in a bad way. ...No, if this is hell- It's hell because this room was a cage."

He put the computer down, looking around the room again and taking it all in.

"I allowed myself to be taken advantage of, because I very much needed to fit somewhere. I was young and stupid."

There was a bang on the door then, a slow and heavy thud, but Q hardly even flinched. He was tired of being afraid.

"We should keep moving," he said calmly, grabbing a ratty looking backpack and shoving the laptop inside, just in case they needed it. "If this really is hell, I don't imagine that's actually a closet," he said, nodding at a shabby looking door that as nearly coming off its hinges.