The sun was setting and Aurora was getting sleepy. She tried to hide her yawns behind her hand, but with little success. Ronon watched the young Ancient out of the corner of his eye. She looked about ready to fall asleep right where she sat. Well, she had had a big day; waking up after ten thousand year in a stasis pod, then meeting probably at least a hundred new people after finding out she was left behind in an abandoned city by her friends and family. That was enough to anyone tired.

Aurora yawned again. "Well, I hate to break this up, but I really think I should head to my quarters now." She said sleepily. "Good night, everyone." Aurora stood up and started to leave.

"Where are you going?" asked Sheppard.

"My quarters, sir."

"Hmm, how do I put this… Have you considered the fact that 'your quarters' may not be 'your quarters' anymore?"

"No, considering you have no one living in the section of the city I used to live in."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, sir. You see, my parents liked the quieter, more remote parts of the city to the bustling center." She replied. "Don't worry, I know where I'm going." With that the young girl started making her way to the southern spire.

It was right where she remembered it being, but much was missing. Almost all of her personal possessions were gone. The large round room at the top of a tower was rather bare. The bed linens were still in place, the sheer drapes still covered the huge wall of windows covering half of the room. The closet was empty, as well as the two bookcases. Her trunk was still at the foot of her bed, but all the clothes in it were beyond dry rotted. She walked over to her desk by the windows. The drawers were empty of her elctrotablet, music player, camara, and other small devices and trinkets. Lifting a secret panel in the bottom of one drawer, she found one thing she was looking for: her journal. It was a leather hide bound book with papyrus-like paper in it. In the compartment with it was her ink and quill feathers.

Aurora never had any real interest in science. Her interest was in history. In doing things like people thousands of years before. It gave her a feel for what things were like for her ancestors. She loved feeling like she had gone back in time, and really did feel like the past had come to life when she spent her last half hour before bed writing in her journal with quill and ink by candle light. Unfortunately, Aurora found that her ink had long since dried up in the well and her quill pen was pretty much useless after so long. Her journal, however was still in decent shape. She had seen the strangers use sticks that wrote with what looked like ink. It wasn't a quill, but she decided to ask if she could have one of those "pens".

Aurora finally laid down across her bed. Dust rose from the blankets. She rolled them to end of the bed, took her boots off and slipped beneath her worn sheets. For hours sleep evaded her weary mind. Everything that had happened since she woke up that afternoon kept playing over and over in her mind. Around dawn, Aurora was finally able to drift off into a dreamless slumber.

While Aurora was trying to track down sleep, it was beng just as elusive for the members of the expedition team as they mulled over that day's events. MacKay never dreamed he would find a working stasis pod. When Weir woke up that morning, she never imagined that by the end of the day she would have had a full-blown conversation with a living, breathing Ancient. Teyla could not believe that she had seen one of the Ancestors. Beckett never thought that he would have an Ancient as a patient, yet she had been, and had been excellent patient, doing (or not doing) everything he said to. Sheppard never would have believed anyone if they had told him that he would be on a first name basis with one of the Ancients. In fact, he still could hardly believe it. Ronon's mind was in a whirl for trying to imagine what all of this must be like for her. Ten thousand years in a tiny little capsule? Waking up to find everything changed and strangers in her people's place? His mind was already in overload, it hadn't even happened to him. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for her. When sleep finally stopped evading the Atlantis personnel, the young Ancient was not far from any of their thoughts.