A Case of Beer and a Wide Screen TV
by running out of ink
He could see the wide-screen tv through the window. The blue glow reminded him of a Stargate and, consequently, his old life. And there she was, beautiful, sitting with her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was casually drinking a beer while watching some program on the History channel about what appeared to be wormholes. She was watching the program, amused. Jack stood, tucked his case of beer under his elbow, and knocked on the door. Sam's head whipped around. She answered the door, a smile plastered across her face.
"Glad you could make it, sir," she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. He raised an eyebrow.
"It's just Jack now, remember?"
"Right," she paused, thinking about what that meant.
"Would you like to come in, Jack?
"I thought you'd never ask," He offered a lop-sided smile and entered the house, closing the door behind him.
The two of them sat in front of the flashing television screen, smiling at something that could not be seen or heard from beyond the walls of the living room.