"Patrick!"
Patrick turned towards his girlfriend, preparing to respond – but instead flinched away with a yell as a large beam of light enveloped him. "AH–"
He appeared on board a spaceship of a very familiar design, facing a very familiar (albeit greyer) person.
"—RRRRGH!" He finished, just to be obnoxious.
Said familiar person inclined his greyer head. "Young O'Neill. We are in need of your assistance."
"Teal'c, I was on a DATE."
"Nevertheless O'Neill, your expertise is required."
The clone formerly known as Jack O'Neill sighed to cover up his excitement. "Aw, fer – fine. Two weeks. Two weeks, and if I'm not back by then I'm retiring. Again."
Teal'c turned and started walking down the corridors of the spaceship, presumably to bring Jack to a place where he can be briefed. Jack followed, grumbling to the walls, "Really this time."
Down in the cornfield, Patrick's girlfriend ran.