Q looked stung, watching James move to leave. Well, that had been even shorter lived than he'd expected. Maybe it was for the best though. If James had no love left for him, there would be no temptation to return. Things would just end. No danger, no more worries they might get caught.

That's what Q tried told himself anyway as his chest began to ache. This was good, this was the best solution.

When the double-o left, Q locked the door behind him. Though Bond likely barely made it to his car before the bomb went off.

It was sudden, and exceptionally loud. The ground shaking as flames instantly engulfed the narrow, two story building.