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Harriman over pa:
Unscheduled offworld activation.

What the hell was that?

I don't know, sir.

We're receiving sg—1's idc.

They're back early.
Open the Iris.

There was nothing on your end?

Nothing out of the ordinary
to account for what we heard?

No, sir.
It was perfectly routine.

We just dialed the gate
and stepped through.

Gate diagnostics
showed no irregularities.

Still, I'd like you to
double—check

the data once we're done here.

Yes, sir.

Tell me about the planet.

Well, we can confirm
that the locals were

visited by a prior
about two weeks ago.

He performed
the standard miracles.

Healed the sick, cured the blind

and passed out
the usual literature.

The natives are easy pickings.

They feel as though they
were abandoned by their god,

amaterasu, and...

Ba'al.

Excuse me? You said amaterasu.

According to
the background file,

p4—r was once
under ba'al's control.

P4—r.

Sir, we went to px7—455.

I believe you have
the wrong report.

Anyway, the tok'ra have been
monitoring the inroads

that the ori have been making
in the region for quite some time.

According to selmak,

they are taking advantage of
the relationships between...

Did you just say selmak?

Indeed.

Teal'c, selmak is dead.

Uh, sir.

Selmak and Jacob
are very much alive.

Harriman: Offworld activation.

Chief?

It's sg—I's idc, sir.

This is when they were
originally scheduled to come back.

Defense teams stand by.

Open the Iris.

Well, according to
the tests I've run,

they're both sg—I,
identical in every way.

How's that possible?

Well, we know ba'al's able to
produce adult clones of himself.

Presumably, he could do the same

with our people given
samples of their DNA.

That doesn't explain
how they knew sg—I's idc.

And if their intel
was good enough

to get their hands on
something that sensitive,

then how come they
didn't know about selmak?

Yeah, it's like they got the hard
stuff right and the easy stuff wrong.

Ba'al would have known better.
Mmm—hmm.

You know, the first team was
making some pretty wild claims

about people and past events.
Hmm.

And since the second team
came back from the right planet

at the scheduled time,

it's safe to assume
that they're the real sg—I.

Okay, then, who's the other
team, and where'd they come from?

Exactly.

We checked their story out.

We went to px7—445, the planet

they claim to
have gated in from.

The locals there swore
they'd never laid eyes on us.

So this other team is lying.

Carter: Well,
not necessarily, sir.

It's possible that
they did gate in from px7,

just not the px7 that we know.

The multiverse
theory of quantum physics

posits the existence
of parallel universes,

an infinite number of
ever—growing alternate realities

that exist
concurrently with our own.

The theory holds that anything
that can happen will happen,

if not in this reality,
then in another.

So you're saying that somewhere
in an alternate universe,

I got to second base
with Amy vanderberg?

Theoretically, yes.

Boggles the mind, don't it?

We're part of a metaverse in
which individual sub—universes

are continually being generated.

Our own experience with the
quantum mirror proved as much.

Realities can exist where
we never defeated the Goa'uld

or the Stargate
program went public.

And selmak is still alive.

Exactly.

Now, while it may
feel immediate,

the journey between gates
is not instantaneous.

It takes, on average,

however, according to
the gate diagnostics,

the travel time for the other sg—I
team clocked in at 3.4 seconds,

suggesting
a significantly longer trip.

Okay, say, for example,
we accept the possibility

that this is an alternate
sg—I from a parallel universe,

how did they get here?

I got nothing.

Yet.

Sumatra mandheling.

One cream, two sugars.

Lucky guess.

I usually have instant myself.

So I'm guessing this almost
feels like home, doesn't it?

Almost like home.

But if it was home,

I'd be sitting
where you're sitting,

and you'd be
sitting here telling me,

"I'd love to help you, but I
have no idea what's going on."

I'm thinking one of
two possible scenarios.

A, Carter's right and you're
from an alternate universe,

in which case we'll do everything
we can to get you back home.

Or b, you're not
who you say you are,

in which case we need to
find out what you're really after.

Actually,
there's a third scenario.

C, you're not who
you say you are,

and it's up to us to find out
what you're after.

I understand your
reluctance to trust us,

but rest assured
we're just as eager

to get to the bottom
of this as you are.

No offense,
but I'm not entirely sold

on the alternate world theory.

There was nothing on our mission
to px7 that would even hint at it.

No quantum mirror.
No weird alien artifacts.

It was a routine op.

But you're telling me
that somehow

the gate sent us through
to a parallel universe,

even though we know it's
not supposed to work like that.

And yet here you are.

Assuming, of course,
this is the sgc.

Sg—I, six years ago,

wake up in what
they think is the sgc.

Turns out they're
not really on earth,

and it's all part
of an elaborate Goa'uld plot.

Pegasus galaxy. Last year.

A team from the Atlantis base

gates through to what
they think is the sgc.

Turns out they're
not really on earth.

It's another planet, and they're
being manipulated by aliens.

Let me put your mind at ease.
We are neither the Goa'uld

nor manipulative aliens.

You'll forgive me, sir, if I
don't take your word for it.

We won our freedom
in the battle for dakara,

and on that day, not only did we
defeat ba'al and the replicators,

you ensured that Anubis would
never again threaten this galaxy.

And then all Jaffa were united
under our new leader, bra'tac.

Bra'tac?

Really? That hasn't
happened here yet.

And with the new threat to
this galaxy, I returned to 56—1.

Right, along with colonel Mitchell,
myself, and eventually colonel Carter,

who rejoined following her...

Following her honeymoon.

What?

No, I was gonna say following
her stint on the prometheus.

H—honeymoon?

Indeed.

(Sighs)

We weren't able to stop the ori

from establishing
the second beachhead.

By the time we realized,
it was too late.

They'd already sent
their ships through.

If it happened in our reality...

There's a good chance it
could happen in ours as well.

They destroyed chulak, dakara,
most of the Jaffa strongholds.

It's only a matter of time
before they attack earth.

You have to find
a way to get us back.

I'm working on it. I've been
going over the gate diagnostics.

And?

There was an unidentifiable
energy spike just prior to your arrival.

It's almost certainly related
to the sound they heard,

but I'm still
analyzing the data.

We were on px7 for over
24 hours gathering intel.

And yet, when your team
went back to the planet,

no one recognized you.

Now, that suggests
that our point of departure

was definitely in our universe.

So whatever happened...

Had to have
happened between the time

you stepped through
the gate on your end

and the time you stepped
through the gate on this end.

Except the gate
system isn't designed

to transport matter
between universes.

It isn't designed to
take you back in time, either,

but it has before.

Did you notice any...

No unusual weather patterns
or solar flare activity at the time.

Then is it
conceivable something else

could have
affected the worm hole?

What could possibly exert
that kind of influence

on a subspace matter stream?

A black hole. A black hole.

As we discussed the situation,

we realized we could pinpoint
the source of the phenomenon

to a precise window.

Specifically, the interim
journey between the two gates.

Did she just say "we"?

Pardon me?

She said "we." You said"w

me and myself, I suppose.

The——the other Samantha Carter.

Right. Finally someone
who can keep up with you, huh?

Yup.

Okay. This is px7—455,
their point of departure.

And this is earth,
their point of arrival.

The wormhole that
brought them here

crossed this section of space,
bisecting this singularity.

The black hole that was created

when we destroyed
the ori beachhead.

Exactly.

Now, I'm theorizing that as
they bisected the singularity,

subspace was ruptured, creating
a rift in the space—time continuum

that brought that
sg—I into this universe.

But we've had teams gate in
from locations

on the other side of that
black hole in our universe.

Why weren't they affected?

One more stupid question.

Oh, sir, yours was fine.
Mine is stupid.

Why didn't we end up on alternate
px7 when we gated through

to check on
bizarro sg—I's story?

I can't answer that.

As far as I know,
the deviation was one—way

and specific to that
particular wormhole.

However, just to be
on the safe side,

I would suggest that we reroute

all gate travel around the
singularity for the time being.

Harriman: Unscheduled
offworld activation.

What do you have
for me now, Walter?

Sir, it's sg—I's idc again.

Do you want me to
send a confirmation?

Ifanother team comes through,

they'd just be
stranded like the first one.

Receiving radio transmission.
Let's hear it.

Mitchell: Stargate command,
this is Mitchell.

What's the holdup?
We got a situation here.

Sir, if we don't
open the Iris...

Stargate command. Do you read?

Defense teams.

Open the Iris.

What the hell is going on?

So much for this phenomenon
being restricted to one worm hole.

I may have underestimated
its influence.

It's possible
the first spatial tear

may have caused a ripple
effect across several realities,

transforming an area of their
subspace into a kind of funnel

that's redirecting their
gate travel to this universe.

Any wormhole passing
close enough to the black hole

is being drawn into the
singularity and rerouted here.

So you're telling me
that we're the hub?

A convergence point. Yes, sir.

It might account
for why gate travel

in this universe
wasn't affected.

Might account?
Colonel Mitchell. Sir.

Inform all offworld teams
to proceed to the Alpha site.

Until further notice, gate travel
to and from Stargate command

will be suspended indefinitely.

What if there're more
teams coming in hot, sir?

I'm willing to make
the occasional exception,

but I'm not about
to turn this base

into the grand central station
of the multiverse.

Dismissed.

Why is it that every team that's
come through the gate so far

has been exclusively
an alternate sg—1?

I mean, how come
no alternate sg—25 or sg—3s?

Well, sg—1 is
the frontline team,

the one most likely
to get into trouble offworld,

and, as a result, the team we'd
be most likely to have to let through.

Right. So far, we've
turned back over 50 teams,

and not all of
them have been sg—1.

Here's the really interesting
part. Each team from each reality

has dialed in from a different
point of origin. No repeats.

All originating from a corridor
of space starting from earth

and passing within a few
degrees of the singularity.

What about that
superfluous energy signature?

Has that happened again?

No. Not since the first
alternate team dialed in.

Any idea what it was?

I'm not sure,

but it reminds me
of the incident on...

Carter 2: K'tau.

In that case, we introduced an
unstable, superheavy element

into their sun's
nuclear reaction.

When the worm hole that brought
us there passed directly through it.

But in this case, the wormhole
is passing through a black hole.

So who knows what
the effect would be?

I thought we could use the help.

(Laughing)

Yeah. I suppose two heads
are better than one.

Harriman: Unscheduled
offworld activation.

(Alarm blaring)

Let's get to work.

General.

Oh, I was just
about to come find you.

Teal'c: I've contacted
bra'tac on dakara.

He has dispatched the mother
ship to the location provided us

by the other colonel Carter.

Jackson: If the ori attempt to
establish a second beachhead there,

the Jaffa should
give us a heads—up.

Presuming, of course,
that events play out

the same way in both universes.

To this point, the particulars
of the variant universes

have remained
remarkably similar.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Another sg—I came through

which puts the count at 12
teams, not including yourselves.

Well, at least
we're in good company.

This last team is a little
different in terms of personnel.

How so?

Well, there's someone I
thought you might like to talk to.

Daniel? Teal'c,
where's general O'Neill?

I'm sure you all have
a lot to catch up on.

Janet.

Dr. Fraiser.

What's going on here?

Janet, this may look like
home to you, but it's not.

This is not the Stargate
command you left.

We're not the Daniel
and Teal'c you know.

You and your team
gated to a parallel reality.

This is an alternate sgc on an
alternate earth in an alternate universe.

In our reality, Dr. Janet
fraiser died two years ago.

Sixteen different sg—1 s.

Sixteen different
points of origin.

But only one point of
convergence. This universe.

Now, given the fact

that previous trips
through this black hole

didn't produce a rupture
in the subspace structure...

They may not have produced
the rupture, but it is entirely possible

that their repeated
trips contributed to

the deterioration of
the space—time fabric

that weakened, eventually
ceded to the singularity,

creating the bridge between
the various realities.

And I'm thinking that the
proximity of these realities

in relation to each other

may account for the absence of
the entropic cascade failure,

but it still doesn't help us
with the main problem.

How do we reverse the process?

I don't have the answer to that,

because if I did,
we all wouldn't be here.

Coffee? No, thank you.

You know,
I can't help but think that

this whole thing
would be a lot easier

if Hammond hadn't ordered us
to destroy the quantum mirror.

We could just use that
to send all these teams

back to their proper realities.

How?

I mean, there are a near—infinite
number of parallel universes.

The chances of us finding
the right home universe

for even one of these teams
is next to impossible.

Excuse me, colonel Carter.

My colonel Carter.

Here, sir.

I've brought another
volunteer who's offered to help.

Martouf.

Hello, Samantha.

I remember the mission to p3x.

I was tending to
a wounded airman.

We came under fire.

You were there. You helped me
stabilize him and got us out of there.

No, I didn't.

You were hit by an errant
staff blast and killed instantly.

You were honored
with a hero's funeral.

Lucky me.

Hopefully you'll be able to
return to your world soon.

Hopefully? Yeah.

For the moment, it looks like
your trip here was only one way.

No.

No, you have to find a way to
get us back as soon as possible.

Yeah, Sam and Dr. Lee are
working on something.

No, you don't understand.

We have been
targeted by the ori.

Earth is being
ravaged by a plague.

Hundreds of thousands
have been infected.

If we don't find a cure, the
entire planet will be wiped out.

So,

how are things in your universe?

You mean between us?

I'm a little curious.

Things developed,

but with you being on the
other side of the galaxy, well,

long—distance relationships
can be difficult.

I eventuallyjoined the Stargate
program to be closer to you.

We worked together, even
lived together for quite some time.

But in the end,
things didn't work out.

You're with someone else now.

Who?

I think I have something.

This is the post—mortem
analysis of the p3w—451 incident.

A planet whose orbit strayed
too close to a black hole.

One of our teams was attempting
to gate back at the same time,

and as a result,
the sgc couldn't

shut down the gate
from this end.

I don't see what this...

We were unable to
sever the connection,

because Stargate command
was still connected

to the singularity's gravitational
field through the open Stargate.

But we're not trying to...

In that case,
we used a shaped charge

to deliver an energy surge
to the matter stream,

forcing the matter stream
to jump to a different gate,

thereby severing the connection.

That could explain
the sound they heard

and the superfluous
energy signature

that accompanied
the matter stream

from the first wormhole.

It was some sort of...

Maybe a supernova
or a gamma—ray burst

discharging at
the exact millisecond

that wormhole passed through
that singularity.

It's a one—in—a—billion fluke

that ruptured subspace and
created the point of confluence

that drew the affected
realities into this one.

Then, to seal the bridge
between the multiverse,

we have to target
that point of confluence.

Basically recreate
the circumstances

thatcaused
the breach in the first place.

But how is that possible?

You said it yourself.

It was a one—in—a—billion
freak incident.

Well, the odds would
increase significantly

if we took the wormhole
out of the equation.

Then what happens to us?

We'd be stranded here.

I considered not
telling you about this.

I understand why you hesitated,

but you made the right decision.

By sealing the rupture,
we'll ensure

that no other teams
get stranded here.

That's provided that
this actually works.

Well, we still have one
major obstacle to overcome.

How do we deliver an explosive
device into the singularity?

We get help from a friend.

Thor sends his apologies
for not attending personally,

but he and Heimdall
are in a neighboring galaxy

dealing with
a most sensitive matter.

In his stead, I have conveyed the
time—dilation device as requested.

We appreciate
your quick response, kvasir.

So what do you think?
Will this work?

I prefer not to prognosticate.

Well, don't prognosticate.

Just tell us what
your gut feeling is.

Speculating on the matter
would serve no practical purpose.

Joseph and Mary.
What are the odds?

Less than 12%,

and that is provided you
are able to enact the plan

before the black hole's gravity

decimates your ship.

Damn, that's cold.

Colonel Mitchell,
colonel Carter,

I'm giving you the green light.

Shut this thing down.

You know, I read all the
mission reports on the asgard.

They're not what I expected.

What were you expecting?

Well, pants for one.

Kvasir: The distance between the
launch point and the target is crucial.

And you must be precise
in your calculations.

I know.

The slightest oversight in
either the timing of the explosion

or the proximity of your ship
to the singularity

could result in a failed mission
at best, certain death at worst.

I'm sorry.

I'm having a hard
time concentrating.

I understand. You are tired.

Allow me to complete
the calibration for you.

Knock yourself out.

(Sighs)

Time and again, we've managed
to save earth and its allies

from the most dire threats.

Situations in which we faced
insurmountable odds,

almost certain defeat, but we
always managed to find a way

to prevail in the end.

I'm sorry.

I wish there was a way
I could send you home,

or in the very least
delay the mission so...

You have no choice but to
do what's best for your world.

I assume yours is not the
only sg team in your reality

that's actively searching
for a cure to the plague.

No.

And I have a feeling that your
Samantha Carter is back home

working on the problem.

She stopped being
my Samantha a long time ago.

I've missed you.

(Footsteps pattering)

I have completed
the calibrations.

Thank you, kvasir.

General, sorry to disturb you.

I was wondering if
I could have a word.

Of course, doctor. Come in.

Thank you.

Sir, I would like to make a
request on behalf of all of the teams

stranded in this reality.

Please postpone this mission
until we can find a way to get home.

I can't do that.

We need our teams out there
gathering intel on the ori threat

instead of sitting
on their hands here

waiting for normal gate
operations to resume.

And that won't be possible
until this problem is dealt with.

While I can empathize,
sir, believe me,

I think you need to take a
look at the bigger picture.

This goes beyond this world,
beyond this galaxy, this universe.

Hundreds of billions
of lives are at stake.

Their survival could hinge
on not just our return

but the return of every sg—1
stranded on this base.

Sir, back in my universe, earth
is facing a global pandemic.

One that your planet
has already faced and beaten.

You have the cure
that could save my world.

All I have to do
is get it to them.

I can also empathize, but at
the risk of sounding callous,

my priorities are
with this world.

How can you prioritize

the lives of one group
over those of another?

What makes my earth any
less important than your own?

We have the top minds
from 18 different universes

working on a way
to get you home.

Now hopefully they can
come up with a solution

before this mission is
completed, but if they can't,

then I'm sorry, doctor.

We finished loading the warhead

in the time—dilation generator.

Once the system's checks
are complete, we're good to go.

Where's the crew?

You're looking at it.

Given the dangers we may face,

it was decided that we
would proceed alone.

So if this plan goes fubar,
we're the only

ones that go down with the ship?

Well, there's plenty more
where we came from, right?

The perilous nature of this
mission should not be taken lightly.

There is a chance that the
prometheus may not survive this voyage.

But courage and
a steadfast resolve

will prove
the most valuable assets

in this undertaking.

Well, good luck to you all.

I miss Thor.

Of course,
by the time he actually

got around to
drinking that orange juice,

it'd been sitting in the back of
the fridge for, what, a month?

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh!

He was so damned thirsty,
he knocked it right back.

It was a second or two before he
actually breathed in, at which point...

The spit—take of all spit—takes.

There was orange juice
on the table, the chairs...

On aunt Emma. Aunt Emma.

Oh, big, old, fat Emma
sitting across the table.

Little bits of
bacon on her face.

Orange juice
dripping off her nose.

(Both laughing)

Reminiscing over old times?

Yeah, hell, I could
talk to this guy all day.

No doubt.

You finish your shift?

Yeah, I'm exhausted.
I'm going to bed.

Speaking of which,
I think it's past my bedtime.

And you need your beauty sleep.

Oh, look who's talking.

So how'd it go?

I found a way around all the
security protocols. Everything's set.

Perfect.

By the time they figure out
what happened, it'll be too late.

Showtime.

Carter 2: We're approaching
the singularity.

Calculating minimal prime
distance to warhead launch.

Come on, Carter.

I've got it.
Relaying the information.

Received.

Engaging sublight engines.

Proceeding to coordinates.

We've reached
the target location.

Yeah, I heard.

Yeah, I think they'rejust
circling, looking for parking.

(Grunting)

I should warn you,

I've been
practicing those sodan moves.

You were warned.

Wouldn't it have been easier
just to zat him?

Easier, yes,
but far less gratifying.

Did hejust insult me?

What's going on?

There's been
a change offlight plans.

You wanna tell us
what's going on?

We're making
an unscheduled detour.

Yeah? And just how
far out of our way

is this little
detour gonna take us?

About three weeks.

You're planning on
taking this ship to Atlantis.

Carter: Given the parallels
between our two realities,

I can't think ofanywhere
else we'd be going.

As soon as we
complete our mission,

we'll drop you at the
nearest habitable planet.

Until then, have fun.

Three weeks. Well, that gives
us time to think of something.

Ideas, anyone?

Given the unique circumstance
we find ourselves in,

it is possible to anticipate
their actions and reactions.

All we must do is
think like them.

Well, it shouldn't be that hard.

The other colonel Mitchell
wishes to speak with you.

You'rejust gonna ignore him
for the next three weeks?

You guys seem reasonable.

And you haven't hurt us much.

You don't have beards,

so you're not from the evil
twin universe, right?

Good.

All right, so,
if I know me like I do,

I'd have a pretty
damn good reason

to be doing what
you guys are doing.

Bottom line is that I'd
understand better than anyone.

So level with me.

What's going on?

Let me ask you something.

How far would you
go to save the lives

of every man and woman on earth?

Don't bother,
I already know the answer.

And if you were in my situation,

you'd be doing
the exact same thing.

What, going after the zpm?

Come on, why else
would you go to Atlantis?

Our zpm is depleted.

We need yours to power the
ancient weapon in Antarctica.

All right, screw our earth
to save your own.

All that zpm is doing right now

is allowing one—way travel
from the Pegasus galaxy to earth.

The billions of
lives that we save

is worth more than
the inconvenience

of schlepping back and forth
on the daedalus.

We need that zpm
to cloak Atlantis.

If the wraith come back and
discover the city wasn't destroyed,

they'll launch another attack.

If Atlantis falls,

this galaxy is the next target.

If the wraith return.

If they attack.

If the city is destroyed.

The threat we face
is more immediate.

That still doesn't give
you the right to do this.

Well, say it works.

Say that you can beam
the zpm off Atlantis.

How do you plan to get it
back to your own universe?

You have a way back.

You've planned this all along.

Well, we were right.
They're going after the zpm.

Are you sure you
can open the door?

Hey, I helped build this thing.

Opening the door
is the easy part.

It's taking the ship
back that'll be tricky.

(Crackling)

The armory is this way.

No, Teal'c, go to the armory
on the next level.

It's less likely
you'll be spotted.

Daniel and I will head to the engine
room and pull the control crystal.

Once they come
to investigate the problem,

we'll get
the drop on them there.

Very well.

(Beeping)

Hey, you had to give it a shot.

I know I would.

So now that we know
how you get out, well,

we'll just have to make sure
it doesn't happen again.

(Electricity surging)

No hitting.

So while we were up here...

We were down on the next level

breaking into the other armory.

How did you know I
wasn't your Mitchell?

Easy. If we were
in your position,

we would have
done the same thing.

Let me get this straight.

We figured that
you guys would try to escape,

and we set this trap for you,

not realizing that
you'd figure out that

we'd figure you out
and you set your own.

Indeed.

Now, can you take us
to our colonel Mitchell?

Sam disabled
the power relay running

through these walls,
so I wouldn't bother.

Ideas, anyone?

Walter.

Sir, it's a subspace
communication from the prometheus.

Let's hear it. Yes, sir.

Sir, this is colonel Carter.

Good to hear from you, colonel.

I take it
the mission was a success?

No, sir. In fact,
we're scrapping the mission

and heading back home.

Colonel?

Sir, I think I've
figured out a way

to send these teams back to
their proper realities.

And how do we do that?

By doing exactly the same thing

the first team did
in order to get here.

You're telling me they
planned this from the get—go?

Yes, sir,
it accounts for the boom

you heard and
the extra energy signature

the gate diagnostic picked up
in the first matter stream.

They opened the wormhole
through the black hole

and then blasted a bridge
into this universe.

Isn't that how
Carter described it?

I don't know. I just remember,

"wormhole, black hole, blast."

Man: Standing by.

(Buzzing)

Colonel Carter.

Sir, we've established
a wormhole to px7—455.

Now, when sergeant
siler is finished,

we'll fire the directed—energy
weapon through the gate.

If I'm right, it should reverse
the space—time rupture,

effectively inverting
the convergence effect.

Each team gated in from
a different point of origin.

Once the convergence effect
has been reversed,

we'll dial those
different points of origin

and create wormholes that will
follow the interuniversal pathways

already created by
their initial trips here.

I got it. I got it.
They're going back.

Ready when you are, sir.

Clear the gate room.

I will need the weapon back
once your work here is completed.

It is, after all, only on
loan to you temporarily.

I know. You'll get it
back when we're done.

Lower the blast door.

Fire the weapon.

We have a stable wormhole,

it worked.

Open the blast doors.
Bring them in.

Hey, Mitchell.

When the time comes,

cut the green one.

What the hell did that mean?

I don't know.

I have a feeling that someday
you're gonna find out.

Have all
the other teams left, sir?

You're the last ones to go.

It was nice working
with you again, Sam.

Your presence has been
sorely missed on our team.

Just out of curiosity,
where did I go?

Maternity leave.

We have something for you.

The cure to the prior's plague.

Thank you, general.

It's good to see you again.

You too.

May it not be the last time.

Well, we'd love to stay,
but we have a planet to save.

Bye.