Q lifts the box up and underneath on the table is a slightly glowing snow globe, glass sphere about the size of a softball, sitting in an intricate brass base. Inside the sphere is an igloo, which is the source of the faint glow. Q picks it up, gives it a hearty shake, and quickly clamps it back down on the table. While the snow inside is still swirling, he grabs your arm, touches the globe, and quietly trumpets some phrase in dohwar. There’s a flash of light.
When your eyes clear, you and Q are standing in a cylindrical room about 10 ft in diameter and 25 ft high. It’s cool, but not freezing, probably 50 degF. The walls are large, stacked, bluish white blocks that look like snow but are firm to the touch. The ceiling is a glass dome, and outside of it you see a panoramic view of the maintenance shop. There are 4 doors, 90 degrees apart. Q hops off his Doom Chariot and walks over to 1 of them.
“No going back now. Follow me. And wipe your feet before you enter.”