"Dr. Beckett."

He glanced up.

"Ah, Teyla. What is it?"

"That injection of hormones you gave Lorla-–it doesn't seem to have had any effect at all. She wants to know if you have anything stronger." She sighed.

"As you know, they have no children...and they are getting no younger."

His brows creased with bewilderment.

"No effect at all? But it was the very strongest we've got. I even added a little extra juice to compensate for your Athosian metabolisms."

Teyla shrugged.

"She says there's been no change."

A look of sudden apprehension crossed his face. He went swiftly to the cabinet, muttering to himself. Teyla caught snatches of it: Och, no...surely I didna switch them...it'll be my head for sure when she finds out...

"Dr. Beckett...is something wrong?"

"I've got to find Dr. Weir. That was a simple painkiller I gave Lorla. It was supposed to go to Dr. Weir...for a headache..." He looked at her with dismay.

"Will it hurt her?"

"No, of course not. The one I'm worried about is Elizabeth. We've got to find her."

The intercom crackled.

"Infirmary, this is Dr. Kavanagh. We have a medical emergency in Lab 32."

"It looks as though she has found us."

"Yes. Dear God, I hope she's all right. That was potent stuff." He wrung his hands.

"I don't know how I managed to mix them up...I've got to be more careful."

"Right now I think we should focus on getting to her."

"Of course." He gathered a hasty armful of supplies.

"Would you be so kind as to bring that bag?"