Sam was returned to her lab nearly three hours later. Even though she'd just sat through their scans and their questions, she was exhausted.

She stretched her back gently. She probably needed to check in with the General and let him know that she was back. She looked at the computer as she bit the inside of her cheek. She wasn't on a front-line team anymore. He probably would be okay with a simple email. She shook her head. He would want a report of what the Asgard had subjected her to.

She sighed before walking out of her lab toward the elevator. She pressed the button and waited for a moment before the steel doors opened for her. She stepped inside, and pressed the button for Level 27.

"Wait! Hold the elevator!" Came a familiar cry.

She smiled softly as she pressed the "open door" button for Daniel. He hurried inside, his glasses askew.

"Thanks." He said, returning his eyes to his notes.

"You're welcome, Daniel." Sam said with a chuckle.

He looked up in surprise. "Sam!"

"Hi." She said with a tired smile.

"You look terrible. You okay?" He asked, seriously.

"I'm fine, but seriously wondering if I should ever call you up when I'm not feeling well..." Sam chuckled.

"Sorry." He said with a sheepish grin. "I just meant that you looked tired."

"I am tired." She said, nodding.

"Oh? Why?"

"Because the Asgard called..."

"What happened?" He asked as the steel doors opened again.

"They ran the tests they wanted to run on Friday. It was just three hours of boredom that somehow wore me out."

He chuckled appreciatively as they walked up to the briefing room.

"Colonel Carter." Landry said with a small smile. "Nice of you to grace us with your presence."

She blushed. "I'm sorry, sir. Thor said he explained everything?"

"Yes, he did."

"If you have any questions, I'd be more than happy to answer whichever ones I know the answers to."

"I'll keep that in mind." He said, seriously. "But I am glad that you came up. I have something I want you and Dr. Jackson to look at."

"Of course, sir." She said as they followed him down to the Gate room.

"We received this message. Chief Master Sgt. Harriman says that you might recognize who it came from."

She raised her eyebrows. "Me, sir?"

He nodded as the gate technician pulled up the text body that had been sent through the gate.

Greetings, Stargate Command. It is most urgent that I speak with SG-1 regarding a danger which I have discovered among my travels. Please send one of your drones through to verify my identity. Many thanks in advance, Narim of the Tollan.

Sam gasped.

"You know who this Narim is?"

"I thought he was dead." She said, seriously. "Permission to send a MALP, sir?"

"No. Not yet. Who is this?"

"The Tollans were a race of beings who were very advanced in their understanding of science and technology. We met them in the first year of the program."

"Yeah." Daniel agreed. "They actually ran into a problem with the Goa'uld. In exchange for their freedom, they agreed to lure us to their planet and hand us over as hostages."

"In fairness, Narim didn't know about the plot and aided us in getting out of harm's way." Sam said, defensively.

"Still..." Daniel said, biting his lip in curiosity. "We haven't heard from him in six or seven years as far as I know..."

"And we don't know how or if he survived, sir." Sam said, inhaling. "Which is why I think we should send a MALP. They were a great ally."

"We can send a MALP. I need more information before I can make a decision either way."

Sam and Daniel nodded soberly. "Yes, sir."