"Q's house blew up, sir," Bond said mildly.

"I understand that, Bond," M snapped.

"I'm taking him to the safehouse, sir. I'll see to it he's secure," Bond assured M, putting the car in drive and leaving the ruins behind them.

Q had nothing but his cats. His cats and the clothes on his back. No phone. No computer. Nothing.

What a terribly vulnerable position to be in, he thought.

The corner of his mouth closer to the window where Q couldn't see twitched up with satisfaction.