I find it sad.
What? What're you talking about?
- He seems lonely.
- He does?
He never takes part
in any of the City social activities.
Please...
He always eats alone.
Either in is office
or in is quarters.
Maybe he has work to do.
Some of us are busy people.
Sometimes, when I walk by his quarters
at night, I heard him crying.
What? Really?
Would you care to join us?
Thank you.
But I'll be taking breakfast
in my quarters.
I still have some final preparations
for my impending performance evaluation.
- I'm a little apprehensive.
- You shouldn't be.
You've done a wonderful job
as our new commander.
Well, let's hope the IOA agrees.
There you go.
He prefers to be on his own.
Speaking of which, where's Sheppard?
He flew some astrobiologists
to the mainland this morning.
And volunteered
to stay with them overnight.
He did?
Why would he do that?
This planet's sun is a class G star.
That fact, coupled with its Earth-like
atmospheric composition,
results in the predominance
of green photosynthetic organisms.
Chlorophyll mostly absorbs
the sun's blue and red wavelengths,
reflecting green ones.
"But, hang on a minute,"
you're probably thinking.
Why doesn't chlorophyll
absorb green light?"
Yeah. Weird.
Well, why doesn't it?
- The answer lies not so much in the...
- Oh, my God!
Wait here.
What happened?
Look at this.
It's a plant not unlike
the Begonia eiromischa.
- God. Lorne warned me about this.
- You don't understand.
The woolly-stalked begonia
went officially extinct
back on Earth in 2007.
And yet here we are,
standing over a species
that's shockingly similar...
I'm gonna go back to the Jumper
and set up for the night.
Want to join me?
It's a very unusual find.
Right.
Well, knock yourself out.
That's what we're here for.
Take your time.
We're here all night.
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- Can I give you a hand with that?
- Actually, if you wouldn't mind...
- Where are you headed?
- Back to my quarters.
The southeast pier. Level 19.
Penthouse suite. Nice.
- Have we met?
- Not yet. I'm Vanessa Conrad.
I just recently arrived
on the Apollo.
- Welcome to Atlantis.
- Thank you.
It's beautiful. And huge.
It's probably gonna be weeks
before I know my way around.
Well, I'm sure
the gang at orientation
will help you settle in.
I'm sorry. I'm keeping you.
- Southeast pier, level 19.
- No. I have all the time in the...
- This is you, I believe.
- Right.
- Nice to meet you, Doctor.
- Vanessa.
- You can call me Vanessa.
- Very well.
Nice to meet you, Vanessa.
- Thank you, Mr. Woolsey.
- Actually, you can call me...
Dick.
Crap.
What happened
to your off-world foofaraw?
I thought you were the guest of honor
at some big diplomatic dinner on M2J?
Yeah, I was,
but the festivities ended early
when three members
of Lieutenant Donovan's team
suffered a severe allergic reaction
to something that we were served
at the grand banquet.
I think it might have been
those little green berries
with the purple specks on them,
because my tongue
did feel a little bit numb...
Yeah, FYI, this conversation
ended six seconds ago.
Yeah, anyway,
on the way back, I had an idea.
Have a little lie-down. It'll pass.
You should hear me out.
We should run a scan
of the ocean floor.
I've been noticing
anomalous temperature
in the waters surrounding the City.
I think it bears
- further investigation.
- Not really.
We head through the Gate every day
exploring distant worlds,
and yet, with the exception
of a few marine biology tests,
we have barely scratched the surface
of the very planet that we occupy.
'Cause there's nothing there.
My point is
it wouldn't hurt to be thorough.
My point is your point is pointless.
And a giant waste of time.
Dammit.
Xiao, welcome.
Atlantis welcomes you.
It is with great pride that I...
Hello, Richard.
Welcome to Atlantis...
With... great pride.
I'm looking forward
to the grand tour.
Well, then...
- Shall we?
- Yes.
This is the control room...
for all intents and purposes,
the City's nerve center.
These technicians are the very best
at what they do.
How's the kickboxing going, Amelia?
Great, Sir.
Thanks for asking.
Hello there, Chet.
It's Chuck.
Excuse me?
It's Chuck, sir.
My name is Chuck.
Of course. Chuck.
Chet's on the late shift.
There is no Chet.
I think it would be a simple matter
of reconfiguring the City's short-range
sensors in order to achieve...
You know, I can see your lips moving
but I'm not hearing any sound.
It would take less than an hour
to make the necessary adjustments.
All right, you know what?
If it is so simple and important to you,
why don't you just go ahead
and do it yourself?
- Because I require your authorization.
- You got it.
Thank you, Rodney.
You realize it's highly unlikely
you'll actually find anything.
No? Then I would have wasted
an hour of my time
and you'll be able to tell me
"I told you so."
If, on the other hand,
I do find something,
perhaps they'll name something after me
for a change.
The prospect of commanding
the Atlantis expedition
was a daunting one.
Dr. Weir and Colonel Carter
were incredibly tough acts to follow.
Yet you availed yourself nicely,
Richard.
And you survived
your nine months here.
Well, I like to think I've accomplished
a little more than mere survival,
and I'm certain
that once you've had review my report...
That won't be necessary.
- I'm receiving my graduation papers?
- Of course.
In recognition
of the great job you've done here,
the IOA is appointing you as chair
of Earth's
new environmental initiative.
Congratulations, Richard.
You're coming home.
All right,
short-range sensors are good to go.
Start the sweep.
Sweep initiated.
Great.
So it should take about 30 minutes
to scan the entire planet,
which means I've time
to get down to the cafeteria,
get myself some of that fine
almond biscotti and a Yoo-hoo,
and be back in time for you to tell me
you have found nothing.
We've found something.
Yes, of course we did.
Whatever it is,
it's sitting approximately
1,500 feet below sea level.
Hello, John.
I don't understand your reaction.
Nine months ago,
you were dreading coming over here.
A lot has changed in nine months.
I like it here.
And, quite frankly, I don't like
the idea of leaving a job unfinished.
I've done good work.
My record speaks for itself.
What's really going on?
The IOA is concerned
about some of the decisions you've made,
decisions that have run
counter to protocol
and, quite frankly, common sense.
They... We...
feel that the demands of this position
have compromised your judgment,
and it's time for a change.
Right here.
That'll do.
I wonder how long
it's been down there.
To think, it would have remained
undiscovered if we hadn't have...
Nice job on reconfiguring
the short-range sensors.
Thank you.
Nice job on the... wild guess.
Thank you.
- Shall we?
- Yes.
Keep looking.
There's nowhere for them to go.
They're scientists.
Trust me.
They don't run very fast.
You're awake.
Save your energy.
You're not getting away this time.
I killed you.
You shot me. There's a difference.
No. I killed you.
- Beckett confirmed it. You were dead.
- I'm sure that's what he thought.
Let's just say your friend...
Lucius?
He wasn't the only one
using Ancient technology that day.
How did you get here?
How did you find us?
Turns out
some of your off-world contacts
aren't as trustworthy as you think.
Your secret's out, Sheppard.
A half day's walk in that direction will
bring us to the edge of the mainland.
I figure it'll take us maybe two days
to reach Atlantis by boat.
You won't get to the edge of the City.
They'll blow you out of the water.
No. They won't even see us coming.
They'll be too busy counting their dead.
What are you gonna do?
Send an explosive through your Gate,
cripple the City's defenses.
But for that,
I'm gonna need something from you.
I think you call it
an IDC.
Go to hell.
I thought you would need
some convincing.
Dr. Conrad. Vanessa.
Come in.
- I hope I'm not intruding.
- Not at all. What brings you by?
This may be wholly inappropriate,
but I was wondering
- whether you'd like to catch a movie.
- A movie?
They're screening two
of my favorites...
Planes, trains, and automobiles
and dirty rotten scoundrels.
Truth be told,
I'm having a horrible day
and I'm not of a laughing mood.
We can wait until tomorrow
when they'll be screening
Mad Money and Kangaroo Jack.
Is it something
you'd like to talk about?
It seems the time for talk
has passed.
I've just been informed
that I'm being relieved of my command
here on Atlantis.
I'm sorry. Why?
Apparently, I'm not very good
at toeing the company line.
I assumed I got this position
on the strength of my record.
But now it's clear that the only reason
they appointed me
Is because they expected
I would just roll over for them.
Then don't.
- What?
- Don't roll over for them.
- Fight this.
- I can't.
The decision's been made.
If that was true, then why didn't they
just forward you a communique
instead of sending a mouthpiece on
a 3-week journey to the Pegasus galaxy?
Did you really expect me
to just give up without a fight?
Honestly? Yes.
I assumed you'd let common sense
guide you on this one.
You weren't sent here to fire me.
You were sent here
to evaluate my performance
and make a recommendation
based on your findings.
The IOA may be
leaning a certain way,
but they have yet to make a decision
on my fate.
Yet you, their representative,
clearly have...
Which leads me to assume
something else is going on here.
Someone in the IOA wants me gone
and is using you
to make sure that happens.
Tell me, Xiao.
What are you getting in return?
It's my job, isn't it?
They've promised you
the Atlantis command
if you help them get rid of me?
This will all go a lot easier
- if you accept where this is going.
- The hell I will.
Richard, I hold all the cards.
The decision is in my hands.
This is a fight you cannot win.
You can tolerate more
than any man I've ever known.
Now, why is that?
Well, I was married once.
You're here in the Pegasus galaxy
to protect your people,
but half the time,
you can't even do that.
That's what drives you, isn't it?
Your past failures.
Do you think
by not giving me the IDC
you're keeping your people safe?
You're just putting off
the inevitable.
It's over.
You can't protect them.
You, those scientists,
your friends back at Atlantis...
They're as good as dead.
Well, I see that asking nice
isn't working.
I'm gonna have to make
other plans.
Two men report to my position.
On our way.
In a couple of minutes,
you're gonna wish
you'd given me that IDC.
What are you working on?
According to this,
the device is emitting
a low-level energy signature
in an oscillating pattern.
- Is it dangerous?
- No. Radiation's minimal, but...
Unimportant.
We should be focusing on the data.
I was.
Like, I've run every kind of decrypt
sweep I can think of at this thing.
Still nothing.
I don't know what to do.
- Oh, you'll think of something.
- Really.
- What makes you so sure?
- Oh, because you're brilliant.
That's true. Doesn't mean I'm gonna...
Wait a minute. What did you say?
Why did you say that?
What are you, sick? Am I sick?
- What've you heard?
- No, nobody's sick, Rodney.
I said you were brilliant
because... Because you are.
I rarely say it because you're
a difficult man to compliment.
You're egotistical,
you're arrogant, you're stubborn...
And brilliant.
Yes, Rodney.
And brilliant.
Right. Well...
pull up a chair, Radek.
We've got some work to do.
All right...
Tell me what plan B is,
or are you just gonna surprise me?
I'm gonna have my men repair the damage
they did to your Puddle Jumper,
then use it to attack the City.
Well, I hate to be Mr. Negative,
but I can think of at least one problem
you're gonna run into.
Yes, I know all about the Ancient gene
needed to operate the Jumper.
But that's not gonna be a problem
because you're gonna give us a hand.
Hold him.
Last chance, Johnny Boy.
You gonna give me that IDC?
Didn't think so.
You're an interesting man, Sheppard.
You travel to another galaxy,
risk your life defending a bunch
of people you don't even know.
If you ask me, you're either someone
with a death wish
or someone
running away from something.
So tell me,
what are you running away from?
- Where have you been?
- All over.
The EM radiation
this device is giving off
covers the entire City
and well beyond.
You said it wasn't dangerous.
It's not. At least, according to this...
It has a relatively low frequency.
At worst, some people may experience
headaches or trouble sleeping.
Well, then, we'll shut it off
before bedtime.
In the meantime,
you should be focusing on the data.
I'm not getting anywhere with that.
I mean, despite the fact
that I am a genius.
I said you were brilliant.
Not you were a genius.
Same diff.
I don't get it.
You know, this script appears to be
a lot less complicated
than many we've encountered.
It's only 12 symbols
in an endlessly repeating
yet varying sequences.
I agree.
It's very curious.
It's like being asked to figure out
the password for an alien laptop
or something.
I think that if we...
- What? What are you doing?
- I'm figuring out the alien's password.
- Rodney, I was kidding.
- No, it makes sense...
Every kid with a computer
password-protects.
Why wouldn't an alien?
There.
Why didn't I see that before?
- What?
- The pattern isn't in the text.
It's in the spaces in between the text,
each exactly 12 symbols in length.
Each section of text
is a multiple of 12... 24, 48, 96...
Separated by a 12-symbol space.
Look, it's... it's a puzzle.
It's a prompt.
What are you doing?
Running pattern recognition software
on the 12-symbol sequence.
Hopefully I can come up
with a 12-symbol permutation
that I can feed directly
back into the device.
And if I'm right...
If we're right...
we unlock the alien laptop.
You poached my private spot.
What?
What I meant to say is
you discovered
my little personal area.
This is where I come
to be alone with my thoughts.
- Do you mind sharing it?
- Not at all.
It's beautiful.
I wish I could stay here forever.
By the way, I wanted to thank you
for earlier today.
- I took your advice.
- Are they backing down?
Unlikely.
But at the very least,
I have the satisfaction
of knowing I went out swinging.
You're a good man, Richard.
I really wish they could see that.
Vanessa, would you like
to have dinner with me tonight?
It would be my pleasure.
Wonderful.
What time should I swing by
to pick you up?
It might be easier
if we just met up.
Mr. Woolsey, you're off radio.
Dr. McKay needs to see you
right away.
That is the historical, scientific,
and technological records
of an extinct civilization,
and if this device
is any indication,
a highly advanced one at that.
I mean, medical breakthroughs,
specifications for advanced weaponry...
- This is incredible.
- It is.
- I sense a "but".
- No, no, no. No, no, no. No "buts".
- A "By the way", maybe.
- I'm listening.
Like I said, the device contains
the records
for a long-dead civilization.
But it also contains
the chemical building blocks
for a silicon-based lifeform.
- What does that mean?
- This device was designed
to seed planets with organisms
that would, in time,
evolve into a sentient race.
Once that sentient race reached
a certain level of maturity,
they could then benefit from
the information left for them by their
extinct ancestors.
- So what happened?
- I'm not sure.
Obviously, they didn't complete
their journey.
They ended up here instead.
Still, with the help of the Daedalus,
we could ensure that it finally reached
its target destination.
Okay, let's copy the data
and then send it on its way.
Which is where
the "Oh, by the way" comes in.
Look, this device is set up
in such a way that accessing the data
would do irreparable damage
to the biological samples.
In other words, it's either/or?
Either we take the data
or we send it on its way.
We can't do both.
You disappoint me, John.
I didn't think
you'd be this easy to break.
Even those two scientists you came with
put up more of a fight...
before we killed them.
Just another two you couldn't save.
We're done.
It's operational?
We used the genetic material
to initiate it.
You hear that, Sheppard?
We've got the Jumper...
Sir, we can come back and deal with him
once we're done with Atlantis.
We deal with him now.
Find him and kill him.
Hello, Ellen.
Hello... you.
Amelia, could you please
do me a favor
and pass on a message
to Dr. Vanessa Conrad?
She's in one
of the science departments.
Please tell her that,
given Dr. McKay's recent findings,
we may have to
reschedule our dinner tonight.
Dr. Conrad?
Are you sure, sir?
Better yet, why don't you just tell me
where her quarters are?
I suppose it's only proper
that I tell her personally.
There's nothing here, sir.
She hasn't been assigned
quarters yet?
No sir, according to this,
there's no Dr. Conrad on Atlantis.
Amelia, the woman I was talking to
when you approached me
earlier today...
- Sir?
- On the balcony.
The woman I was speaking with when you
delivered the message from Dr. McKay.
She probably left
before I got there, sir.
When I approached you
on the balcony, you were alone.
There's nothing wrong with you.
- What's going on?
- I'll let you know in a second.
- I'm just looking over your results.
- She won't find anything.
According to this, you're fine.
Perfectly normal.
- See?
- Then what is going on?
Why isn't your name in the database?
Why couldn't Amelia
see you earlier today?
I'm pretty sure my name
is in the database.
And as for Amelia,
if she has a medical concern,
there's no reason
why she shouldn't see me.
- When did she come by?
- She can't see me, Richard.
Only you can see me.
Why?
I'd like to clarify
the misunderstanding.
I don't want her thinking
I turned her away.
Amelia's fine.
I'll talk to her.
Great.
As for you,
you said you've been feeling unwell?
That's right.
Tired?
Somewhat.
Any visual symptoms? Shadows or flashes
in your field of vision?
Sort of. Yes.
What about auditory symptoms?
Occasional ringing
or buzzing or whistling?
We need to talk.
- Yes. The occasional buzzing.
- Somewhere private.
There it goes again.
I bet you haven't
been sleeping very well,
what with this whole
probationary review...
Of course.
That's it exactly.
You're obviously under a lot of stress,
and sometimes anxiety
can manifest itself
in a variety of ways,
but these are gonna help you relax
and sleep through the night.
And hopefully, once you're well rested,
you'll be feeling much better,
and your symptoms will disappear.
But if they don't,
come back and see me.
Okay?
Thank you, Doctor.
I wouldn't advise taking those.
- How long have you been standing there?
- Sorry. I didn't wanna disturb you.
- You seemed deep in thought.
- I'm always deep in thought.
Keeps me sharp.
And sleepless.
So, what are you working on?
I'm just analyzing the readings
from the radiation of the device.
Jeez, the radiation.
I'm just killing time
till Woolsey gives us the green light
to start data retrieval
on that thing.
- You think he will?
- Of course. This is huge...
The achievements of an alien race,
are you kidding me?
Wait a minute.
What?
The modulated, ultra-low frequency
emanating from the device...
I've seen something like this
before.
I'm sorry I made you doubt
your sanity.
Who are you?
What are you?
A physical manifestation
of your subconscious
romantic and sexual ideals.
Oh, God.
You're not crazy.
You're really seeing me.
- Why?
- I'm sorry I had to deceive you,
but the survival
of an entire civilization is at stake.
This has something to do
with that device
Dr. McKay recovered, doesn't it?
She can't see me.
I thought I heard you talking
with someone.
I was running through the pep talk
I'm going to be giving
the gang in microbiology.
Really?
You know, I saw you on the balcony
this afternoon talking with...
yourself.
I...
occasionally do verbalize my thoughts.
It helps me put things in perspective.
A casual observer might find that
sort of behavior a little disconcerting,
especially coming
from someone in your position...
faced with
a very important decision.
Another nail in my coffin?
Dr. McKay briefed me
on the device he recovered.
Yes, it is an impressive find.
- That doesn't belong to you.
- Please...
sit down.
He tells me you've delayed
giving the go-ahead
on the data retrieval.
I'm not sure if Dr. McKay explained
the dilemma we're facing...
I can't even believe you're considering
letting this slip away.
There are other issues to consider.
- Such as?
- The fate of another race.
Will you stay out of this!
I will do no such thing.
Their civilization is dead.
Ours, on the other hand, is alive,
and we could use that information.
We'd be robbing a civilization
of the opportunity to rebuild itself.
There's no guarante
that a civilization will evolve
from the seeding process.
The entire race could die out
before it even reached sentient status.
And we would be throwing away
an incredible opportunity.
Or...
consigning billions
of potential lives
to oblivion.
I can't believe
your good fortune, Richard.
This is your opportunity to show
the team back home you can play ball.
Follow procedure and save your job,
or you can hand it to me
on a silver platter.
Your choice.
How dare you threaten me?
It's not a threat, Richard.
I'm simply telling you
how things are going to play out
if we lose that device.
Richard, please.
They were a kind and peaceful race,
one well worth saving.
We need to get rid of it!
The energy signature that device
is giving off
is very similar to one
we encountered on M1B-129.
It can induce mass hallucinations.
Or function as a means of communication
between two very different species.
Let's act quickly.
Salvage the data
and destroy the device.
Thank you all...
both for enlightening me.
I'll make my decision shortly.
Please.
Now...
Why don't you tell me
what's going on?
This has gone on long enough.
Use your other hand.
Go on.
I have no intention
of letting you die.
Now, climb back up, John.
That's it.
What the hell's going on here?
Tens of thousands of years ago,
a civilization foresaw its end.
After millions of years
of evolution,
the race known as the Sekkari
faced extinction.
Knowing they couldn't
save themselves,
they spent their final days
creating the means to start over.
They built seed carriers,
each with a different target world
programmed into its navigation system,
worlds that would provide them
with the chemical compounds necessary
to produce, sustain,
and develop life.
Each seed carrier
also held a repository
containing the history
of the Sekkari people...
Their struggles, their achievements,
and the mistakes that ultimately led
to their own destruction.
The seed carriers were outfitted
with subspace communicators
designed to alert the group
once a seeding was successful.
Over 50 were launched.
None achieved their goal.
This unit malfunctioned.
I guided it to the nearest planet...
This world,
in the hope that it would prove suitable
to the life-forming process.
It wasn't.
This device survived re-entry
relatively unscathed,
then spent the next 2,000 years
at the ocean's bottom,
until recently, when its dormant
systems were awakened by its sensors
picking up trace readings
from one of your submerged Jumpers.
The one Dr. McKay flew up
out of the underwater bay weeks ago.
I scanned your city,
and then I linked with you.
What are you?
I'm the seed carrier's
artificial intelligence.
My aim was to study you,
to get to know you,
and, eventually, direct you
to help complete this unit's assignment.
- By manipulating me.
- No.
By finding out
what kind of person you were
in the hope that
we could place our trust in you.
Couldn't you have simply communicated
your situation to us
from the beginning?
Please understand...
I am the last hope
for the Sekkari people.
I couldn't risk it.
I'm sorry.
As a soldier, you were a threat.
If anyone was to use force
to secure the repository,
it would have been you,
the military man.
So I connected with your mind
to distract you.
Distract me?
Making me think the Jumper was sabotaged
would've been enough of a distraction.
You would have discovered
the subterfuge.
I'm unable to maintain
a static illusion over time.
It was necessary
to keep your mind occupied.
- And that's what you chose?
- What you chose.
I didn't have full control
over your hallucination
or the direction it took.
It was your mind
driving the diversion.
I merely played along.
Are you saying I tortured myself?
You torture yourself
every day, John.
But in this case, it was your mind
manifesting your darkest fears.
You were the architect
of your own self-deception.
Now you know the truth
and have a decision to make.
Colonel, where were you?
We're sitting here for...
Shut up. Get in the Jumper.
Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Shen,
but you've just received
a secure transmission from Earth.
- Can I patch it through?
- Go ahead.
Luthor.
How are things?
Well,
but I felt it only fair to inform you
of recent developments here.
As much as I believe you'd be
a worthy candidate to replace Richard,
I'm afraid the rest of the council
feels otherwise.
It looks like we'll be going
with James Coolidge instead.
- Coolidge?
- Don't worry.
You'll still be rewarded
for facilitating the transition.
Congratulations.
You'll be chairing the IOA's
new environmental initiative.
I'm off.
I suppose I'll be joining you shortly.
Don't make any holiday plans.
You're not going anywhere.
I gave you a glowing review.
And since your future rests
entirely on my report,
I'd like to be the first
to congratulate you as the new
Permanent Commander
of the Atlantis expedition.
I don't understand.
Like you, Richard,
I'm nobody's puppet.
They should've thought of that
before delivering yesterday's update.
Good luck.
Yesterday's update?
I don't know
what she's talking about, sir.
We haven't had
a scheduled dial-out in days.
Could I have a moment alone, Amelia?
Yes, sir.
I assume that you're responsible?
Consider it a going-away present.
Thank you.
Alrighty.
Here we are,
all fixed up and ready to roll.
What happens
when you reach your destination?
Destination?
You're talking to the AI,
aren't you?
I'll start the process
that will give life to the Sekkari,
and then I'll go to sleep
until a time when I'm needed again.
I realize it may have been
an unpleasant experience...
Yeah, well, just a little bit.
- What... you can see her too?
- And I want you to know
I'm sorry for what
you had to go through.
The Apollo is ready to beam.
The ship will take you
to your target planet.
I don't mean to complain
or anything,
it's just I spent the day
making sure this was in working order.
It would be kind of nice
to just get a little face time with...
Here you are, Dr. McKay...
The true form of the Sekkari.
Neat.
Good luck.
"Neat"?
What? I... She caught me off guard.
What did you want me to say?
- What would you have said?
- "Weird."
Would you care to join us?
Well, actually,
I have some reports to file...
Thank you.
I'd love to join you.
So, you really had no idea
that what you were seeing
wasn't real?
Trust me,
the manifestations
were very convincing, Doctor.
You wouldn't have known.
With all due respect,
I think they knew they couldn't fool me,
so they, you know, didn't bother.
- They just concentrated on you two.
- You know what I don't get,
is the AI thing
revealed itself that morning,
you discover the device
that afternoon.
I mean, that's perfect timing.
The Colonel's right.
That was very coincidental.
And I know what you're implying,
but my mind was clear.
That device was found
because of my brilliant thinking
and, as much as I hate to admit it,
a little help from Zelenka.
What?
Zelenka's off-world.
No, he's not.
He came back yesterday.
Lieutenant Donovan had a nasty reaction
to something he ate,
they came back early.
Didn't they?
Son of a...
Guess it wasn't that much
of coincidence after all.