Q was still on set, the director eager to have him 'Really understand the mood of the film'. He was pretty sure another cash grab in a series that should have ended two films ago only had one mood, and that was misery. No one seemed to want to be here. It was a shame, Q had once loved these films. It hurt a little to see everyone so over it.

Sinking low in his seat, he watched Bond with a small frown. At one point he'd had a crush on the man, but now he thought he might have had a thing for the character he played. Dangerous, full of swagger and charm.

He wondered if there were really men like that in the world. So far all the actors he'd met were either boring, wet rags, or actual sociopaths.