Tuvok: My client has a right to ask for an inspection of the living conditions that have led to his suffering, Captain.
Both Q and Quinn start to raise a hand to transport them. Q: No, please. Quinn gestures and all of them zap away, ending up on a barren, desert road.
Quinn: This is a manifestation of the Continuum that we hope falls within your level of comprehension. This way.
[Roadside building] (A man and woman in 1920s clothes are playing croquet on an immaculate lawn, with planets for balls. A scarecrow in Starfleet uniform stands nearby. The sign over the door says Never Closes and the clock has no hands. A man puffing on a pipe is reading a book called The Old while a young woman reads a magazine called The New. Someone plays the Continuum Galaxy pinball machine. The group walk past a panting bloodhound.) JANEWAY: Good afternoon.
Quinn: I apologise for their lack of hospitality, Captain. We're not used to visitors here. In fact you are the only ones who've ever come.
Quinn: I traveled the road many times, sat on the porch, played the games, been the dog, everything. I was even the scarecrow for a while.