Four. The number of years we've worked together.

Four. The number of years he's irritated me.

Hundreds. The number of planets we've visited.

A Billion. The number of planets left to visit.

Two Billion. His IQ.

Sixty two. The number of times he's been in immediate danger.

Thirty nine. The number of times I've been there with him.

Eleven. The number of times he's been clinically dead.

Eleven. The number of times he came back to me.

Forty two. The number of his "special bed" in the infirmary".

Eight. Hours of sleep he doesn't get.

Six. Number of those hours he spends on artifacts.

Two. Number of those hours he spends looking for coffee.

Nine. Times I've caught him stealing mine.

Three. Times I've pretended not to notice.

Thirteen. The number of times I've seen him cry.

Four. The number of times he's seen me cry.

Two hundred and Ninety Five cents. Price of his favourite cookies

Thirty seven. The amount he can stomach in one go.

One. The number of beers it takes to get him drunk.

Four. The number of cookies he can stomach after one beer.

A thousand. Times I've caught him staring into space.

A thousand. Number of those times when we were in the debriefing room.


A million. The amount of times he thinks of Shar'e each day.

A hundred million. The amount of guilt I feel when I think of her
myself.

Seven. The number of times I've caught Janet checking out his butt.

Twice. The number of times I caught Carter taking a look.

Once. Number of times I gave it a go myself.

Eight. Number of nurses interested into him.

Zero. Number he's interested in.

Too much. Amount of crap he's put up with.

Too much. Amount of that crap that came from me.

Six. Number of Daniels I've met in my life.

One. The number of Daniels I like.

Zero. The number of people who compare to him.