Suddenly, Daniels notices a particularly shiny piece of mortar and starts to breathe heavily. Quantum wonders what's wrong. You mean, besides the fact that Earth looks like the set of Enterprise at the end of Generations, and that Daniels is being forced to wander through all eternity decked out in a suit made completely of black rubber bands? "It's gone!" Daniels tells him. "What's gone?" Quantum asks. My interest. "The monument," Daniels tells him, refusing to be anything but ambiguous in his answers. I can just hear the rest of this V'Ger-esque conversation. Quantum: "What monument?" Daniels: "The one that's gone." Daniels goes on to say that the monument that's gone used to be "right [there] -- on the same street as the library" when it wasn't gone. Kids, get your cards out and peruse that list of Newbury Award winners -- we're going to the library! Daniels looks around wildly and says, "It was obviously never built." Quantum doesn't know why that's a problem. Sigh. Think of it this way, Capt. Mini-Brain; if the Statue of Liberty was suddenly gone from our future, possibly because it had never been built, that would be "a problem," don't you think? At the very least, think of all those poor French metalworkers who wasted all that time slaving over something that was never going to be built in the first place. What? I can't be just as temporally screwed up as the writers are? "Who did it commemorate?" Quantum demands. Please don't say Quantum! Please don't say Quantum! Please don't say Quantum! "Not 'who,'" Daniels dithers. "Then what?!" Quantum barks. "An organization. A Federation. It doesn't exist for you. Not -- not yet," Daniels says, still looking around for the anvil that was never built. "Fiiine, keep your missing monument to yourself," Quantum snaps. God, would someone please put that man on Claritin-D or something? His nasal passages must still be blocked with Mucus of Borg. There's actually a freaky background shot showing two distant tall towers that have been partially destroyed -- I wonder if that was their intent, or if it's just me who will never be able to look at two rectangular objects the same way again. Quantum wants to know where the fabled library is. Because he wants to see what new scrapes Jughead and Reggie have gotten themselves into. Daniels gestures vaguely and tells him it should be somewhere over there. "If it was ever built," he adds bleakly. Quantum starts off. "And even if it was, it will be of no help -- all the data's stored electronically," Daniels calls, stumbling after him. We get a faraway shot of what looks like the M.I.T. Rotunda or Monticello, and tiny Quantum and Daniels CGIs going up the steps.