Canton did keep his word on being lenient with SG-1. They got to ride from Colorado Springs to Nevada in the big black FBI vans and was even provided snacks and refreshments to eat on the way there. Teal'c was offered a beanie to hide the gold emblem on his forehead. Either he was buttering SG-1 up to gain their trust or Canton Everett Delaware III might just be one of the coolest FBI agents Jack has ever known.

1969 Area 51 didn't seem that much different than the present day 1999 Area 51. The sneaky, secretive atmosphere still lingered in the air despite the fact that the hangar was almost completely empty. SG-1 stood at the entrance, guarded by a few soldiers just in case they try to escape. Apparently, Canton had to leave for a few moments to do some "unfinished business." That few moments turned out to be a few hours now and Jack was starting to feel a little bit impatient. Thank god the soldiers were nice enough to let them sit down on the cold floor.

"All visitors remain behind the yellow line," said the PA for the three millionth time.

"Have a clue to what's going on, Carter?" Jack whispered, leaning towards Sam as she sat down next to him. A few feet away sat Teal'c, who looked like he was almost about to perform Kel'no'reem and Daniel, who just looked like he was just about ready to doze off any second.

She shook her head.

"No clue," she replied.

"Huh. Carter's confused. That's different."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him as he continued.

"What do you think that big black cube thingy over there is?"

Jack motioned towards the middle of the hangar, where soldiers were lined up guarding the said dark cube.

"Who knows?" Sam asked. "It could be anything. By the way, how did the FBI agent know who we were? You didn't say anything, did you?"

"Of course I didn't! You think I' d be stupid enough to say antying? I have no clue how he knows us. At this point, I don't know what to expect anymore."

Canton suddenly barging in with two soldiers each holding a body bag just proved his point.

"Ah, there you are!" Canton exclaimed, jostling Teal'c and Daniel back into reality. They looked just as baffled as Jack and Sam were when they saw the body bags. "Let's go." He saw their confused, wide-eyed faces and said with a low voice that only SG-1 could hear, "This isn't what it looks like."

"Nothing is what it looks like," Jack muttered as they followed Canton and the soldiers with body bags. He was starting to grow suspicious, and sure enough, is second-in-command was, too. And of course, they were walking towards the dark cube.

"I'm sorry, Agent," the solider authorizing entrance said. "Who exactly are these four people?"

"Four fine officers fit for the job," Canton replied. "I handpicked them, and they're the best I have for interrogating the prisoner. Am I right, O'Neill?"

Canton glanced at Jack with a look that could only be described as "please play along with me or we're all screwed."

"Um, sure?" was all the Colonel could muster.

The solider nodded, granting everyone access into the cube.

"We're going in there?" Jack asked as the soldiers stuffed the body bags inside of the cube. He caught a glimpse of what he thought was the prisoner.

The prisoner was a man, bound in chains and a straightjacket, and had a mullet and a beard that made his appearance a bit unattractive.

"Yes, we are," Canton said. "All four of you. This isn't an easy job. Let's go."

"But I'm claustrophobic," Jack mock whined.

"Sorry, life isn't fair. Let's go!"

All four of the members of SG-1 filed inside (but with reluctance) trying to find room in such a small cube. The body bags were placed in front of the prisoner, who, on the other hand, glanced up and smiled at them as if he recognized who they were. The moment was lost in an instant when the soldiers stepped out and Canton stepped in. The air then became tense as the prisoner's eyes met Canton's.

"Is there a reason why you're doing this?" the prisoner asked, his voice marking an English accent.

"I want to know where you stand," Canton replied.

Jack caught Daniel and Sam's confused gaze. (He couldn't really decipher Teal'c's expression. Any of his expressions were all the same. Even with the raised eyebrow.)

"But he's sitting," Jack mumbled to his second-in-command trying to alleviate some tension. "On that chair."

She just smiled and snickered quietly.

"In a cell," the prisoner continued..

"In a perfect cell. Nothing can penetrate these walls. Not a sound, not a radio wave."

Canton then inserted fingers into what looked like a control pad right next to the opening. SG-1 watched as the opening closed. All that was left was a wall.

"Not the tiniest particle of anything," Canton continued. "In here, you are literally cut off from the rest of the universe." He paused for a few seconds, his eyes shifting towards the opening. "So I guess they can't hear us, right?"

"Good work, Canton," the prisoner then said. "Door sealed?"

The FBI agent smiled at him.

"You bet."

The next few seconds made Jack want to bash his head against the cube. They watched as the prisoner stood up and shimmied out of the chains and straightjacket, setting him free. The two body bags sat up, startling Sam and Daniel and causing them to jump back a little bit. The prisoner then immediately unzipped the two body bags, letting out two people breathing for air.

"You okay?" the prisoner (should he even be considered the prisoner at this point? Jack thought) asked as Canton helped a woman with ginger hair up.

"Finally," she said. She waved at the four people. "Hello, there."

Jack, Daniel, and Sam gave a hesitant wave in return.

"These things could really do with air holes," said the man occupying the other body bag. Tally marks were etched all over both his and the woman's arms and faces.

"Never had a complaint before," Canton replied with a smirk.

"Okay!" Jack exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Canton Everett Wyoming the fifth or whatever the hell your name is. Care to give us answers now?"

"Ah," the prisoner said, smiling at them. "SG-1. Stargate Command. You came here in just the right time. Year, to be more exact. I know you, but you don't know me yet. Let me introduce myself. I'm the Doctor."