Q nods, swallowing. "If he is there, and Merlin knows I hope he's not, and he gets waked up or whatever it is he'll be, um," he hesitates, then takes a deep breath, "I might need help dealing with him. I couldn't do anything before," he says darkly.
Q shudders at that. "Right. Viruses are evil little buggers. Mother went on about it all the time."
"Sure," Q grins. "What about The Wizard of Oz? You've read the book, so that would be a good one to start with." He smile fades. "Oh yes. You're going to need something to watch it on."
"Hair of the dog that bit you is fine for curing hangovers, but actually turning into a dog? No."
"Plasticine porters with looking-glass ties," Q says. He frowns. "Too much could be disastrous."