[Which personality is the real Quentin Beck? Even he may not have an answer for that. It's subject to change with no notice at any time.]

Fine then. We'll get right to it.

[He pushes his sleeve up slightly. On his wrist is some sort of device with a touch screen and he begins quickly pressing some things on it.]

Think of a memory... A pleasant one.

[Once Poe starts doing so, suddenly around them the apartment will vanish, to be replaced by what memory Poe is thinking about. It will seem to be very real, at least visually. Only odd point out will be that Beck is still standing in front of him.]