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I find it sad.

What? What are you talking about?

Mr. Woolsey.

- He seems lonely.
- He does?

He never takes part
in any of the city's social activities.

- Please. I mean...
- He always eats alone,

either in his office or in his quarters.

Maybe he has work to do, you know?
Some of us are busy people.

Sometimes, when I walk by
his quarters at night,

- I hear him crying.
- What?

- Really?
- No.

Mr. Woolsey, would you care to join us?

Well, thank you,

but I'll be taking breakfast
in my quarters today.

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, of course, mostly absorbs
the sun's blue and red wavelengths,

reflecting green ones.

"But hang on a minute,"
you're probably thinking.

"That's strange. Why doesn't
chlorophyll absorb green light?"

Yeah. Weird. Well, why doesn't it?

Well, the answer lies not so much in the...

Wait here.

- What happened?
- Look at this.

It's a plant not unlike
the begonia eiromischa.

Oh, 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 going to go back to the Jumper
and set up for the night.

And it's thriving in a climate that is...

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.

- Can I give you a hand with that?
- Actually, if you wouldn't mind...

- Hello.
- Hi.

- 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.

- Dr. Vanessa Conrad.
- Richard Woolsey.

I just recently arrived on the Apollo.

- Welcome to Atlantis.
- Thank you.

It's beautiful and huge.

It's probably going to 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, not at all. I have all the time in the...

- This is you, I believe.
- Right.

Well, 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.

Hey. What happened
to your offworld 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.

Come to think of it,
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 afterwards.

Yeah. FYl, this conversation
ended six seconds ago.

Anyway, on the way back, I had an idea.

- Have a little lie-down. It'll pass.
- No, you should hear me out.

I think we should run a scan
of the ocean floor.

I've been noticing
anomalous temperature variations

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.

That's 'cause there's nothing there.

My point is,
is it wouldn't hurt to be thorough.

My point is your point is pointless
and a giant waste of time.

Damn it.

Xiao, welcome.

Atlantis welcomes you.

It is with great pride that I...

- Hello, Richard.
- Xiao.

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
that we would have to do.

All right, you know what?
If it is so simple and so 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're actually going to find anything.

Well, 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
a chance to review my report...

That won't be necessary.

- So 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 got plenty of time
to get down to the cafeteria

and 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 found something.

Yes, of course we did.

Whatever it is, it's sitting approximately
1,500 feet below sea level.

Hello, John.

Kolya?

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.
- Yeah, I'm sure that's what he thought.

Let's just say your friend...
What was his name? 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 offworld 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.

Before you even get to the city,
they're going to 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 going to do?

Send an explosive through your gate,
cripple the city's defenses.

But for that,
I'm going to need something from you.

I think you call it an IDC.

- Go to hell.
- Yeah,

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 tonight.

Planes, Trains & Automobiles
and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

Truth be told, I'm having a horrible day,
and I'm not in much of a laughing mood.

Then 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 three-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 just 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 going to have to make other plans.

- Two men report to my position.
- On our way.

In a couple of minutes,

you're going to 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.

- You'll think of something.
- Really?

- What makes you so sure?
- Because you're brilliant.

That's true. Doesn't mean I'm going to...

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're brilliant, 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 going to surprise me?

I'm going to 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 going to run into.

Yes, I know all about the Ancient gene
needed to operate the Jumper,

but that's not going to be a problem
because you're going to give us a hand.

Hold him.

Last chance, Johnny boy.
You going to 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 electromagnetic radiation
this device is giving off

covers the entire city and well beyond.

- I thought you said it wasn't dangerous.
- Well, it's not.

I mean, at least, according to this,
it's operating at a relatively low frequency.

I think, 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.
I didn't say 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 sequence.

Yeah, 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.

I mean, 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 space 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 a puzzle. It's a prompt.
- What are you doing?

I'm 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.

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.

It's 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 life form.

- 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 intellectual maturity,

they could then benefit
from the information

left for them by their extinct ancestors.

- So what happened?
- I'm not sure.

I mean, obviously,
they didn't complete their journey.

I mean, 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 "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?
- Yes,

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.

No. 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 going to 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 just didn't want to 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

- the device is emitting.
- Jeez, again with the radiation.

Hey, 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 chronicled 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.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry I made you doubt your sanity.

Who are you? What are you?

I'm 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?

- Richard?
- She can't see me.

Yes?

I thought I heard you
talking with someone.

No.

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 very much alive,

and we could use that information.

We'd be robbing a civilization
of the opportunity to rebuild itself.

There's no guarantee
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

that 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

programed 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
Puddle Jumpers.

The one Dr. McKay flew up out of
the underwater bay several weeks ago.

I scanned your city, and 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 of 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
had been 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?

Do you know how long
we've been sitting here...

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 Woolsey,

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.

Well, 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 for that.
- Consider it a going-away present.

Thank you.

All righty.

Here we are, all fixed up and ready to roll.

So what happens to you
when you reach your final destination?

Destination?

You're talking to the Al, 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.

John, 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'm sorry,
I don't mean to complain or anything.

It's just that I have spent
the better part of a day

making sure this was in working order.

It would be kind of nice
to just get a little face time with the...

Here you are, Dr. McKay.
The true form of the Sekkari.

Neat.

Good luck.

- "Neat"?
- What? She caught me off guard.

What did you want me to say?
What would you have said?

"Weird. "

Mr. Woolsey, 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.

Well, 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 Al 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,
okay, but my mind was clear.

All right? That device was found
because of my brilliant thinking

and, as much as I hate to admit it,
a little help from Zelenka.

What are you talking about?
Zelenka's offworld.

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...

I guess it wasn't that much
of a coincidence after all.

corrections and synchro by THU22