(In a bucket. Is that bucket still here? She can't remember if she kept it or not. Glancing around, she doesn't see it in the living room, but probably she wouldn't have left it out here anyway.)

He's all right. I only ever saw him for a few minutes at a time, on the station, there was simply too much happening for a proper reunion. And now, I've heard he's gone home.

(Which may not make any sense to Lucretia, she realizes. The Changelings have become such a looming part of Beverly's world, it's easy to forget that's not the case here.)

When he and I were here, before, Odo was the only one of his species he'd ever known or that anyone in our quadrant had encountered. Not too long after I returned, however, the Federation made contact with them, at the other side of the galaxy. Through a wormhole. Turns out his people were extreme xenophobes, automatically distrustful of any other species they met, save for the ones they bred for their own purposes. Instead of locking themselves away from everyone else, they decided to conquer other worlds instead. They even called themselves the Dominion and set themselves up as gods.