He should have been there.
Even Q can't be everywhere and everywhen all at once; omnipresence is not his gift. But he knows. He feels it. As if a great light has suddenly gone out.
"Jean-Luc," he says aloud. No, it cannot be. But while he is not omniscient either, he is certain.
He considers his whiskey, shakes his head. "Tea. Earl Grey, hot," he tells the barkeep, earning a strange look for his troubles.
Teacup in hand, he walks over to the viewport, takes a deep breath, and raises his drink in a heartfelt toast.
"Boldly go, Mon Capitaine."