"These translations… they make no sense." The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've spent all this time for nothing. It feels like we've been working on this for a year."

"More like four years." Sam sighed. "I thought my dad's markings would help."

"It did help, Sam. We translated it all. It just… Makes no sense." Daniel looked at a piece of paper that the trio had written on. The words are listed as followed:

Make believe garden transfer soul, give me two, but need maybe one, okay please, dinosaur, snow, if they a politely refuse, fools, greater worry, or else, begging transfer, soul, body, mind, hurry you, now, transfer mind, transfer body, transfer soul.

"Make believe garden?" Sam looked at the paper.

Daniel rubbed his forehead, "That's what Mo'tei Grema means."

"This is rubbish." The Doctor began to pace. "It translates to absolute rubbish."

"We can try… I don't know. Maybe we just need to say the chant again." Daniel suggested.

"Do we want to risk it? We could switch again." Sam shrugged. "How much time is left?"

"Not nearly enough." The Doctor replied.

"Why does it translate so crudely into English?" Sam asked.

"It happens with some languages. The barrier is so different. Not to mention different cultures have different sayings. Something that could mean 'I love you like the angels' in one language could translate to English something along the lines of 'I appreciate you like the egg.' It's always a… gamble." Daniel crumpled up the paper in his hand. "The saying must be a spell in a specific language. It's useless to translate. Nothing gives us any clues on how to turn back."

"What about the other chants in the book?" Sam gestured to the book on the table.

"Don't want to risk it. What if something else happens. Something more harmful than a Freaky Friday parody." The Doctor explained.

"There might be a spell… Yeah, latin! It's never failed me before." Sam beamed, "I'll go look it up."

He left in search of his laptop.

When, just then were the sound of tires on the road. Headlights illuminating the interior of the bar.

The five-other switched crew were back. Jack, Dean, Sam, Rose, Teal'c, they all walked through the door.

Jack ran to The Doctor (who looked like Daniel) and put his hands on the unsuspected aliens shoulders.

"Danny-boy, I'm sorry. I had no idea you'd… die. I just thought I could have a little youth time back. You know? But… I'm back. I'm here for you. I'll help in any way that I can."

"I appreciate that, Jack." Daniel replied from two feet away.

"Daniel?" The colonel asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm The Doctor." The Doctor pointed to his name-tag.

"Right." Jack let go of the time-lord's shoulders. "Any luck with the chant?"

"No. We thought translating it would work but it turned out to be a dud." Daniel said.

"We don't want to say the chant again in case it ends up switching us again." The Doctor told the crew.

Sam came back into the room, "Sorry guys, bad news… My laptop died. I can't look up any Freaky Friday Latin spells."

"Which Freaky Friday? Lohan or Foster?" Dean smiled.

"You don't want to say the chant again in case it switches us again… But you want to reverse the spell, right?" Jack asked.

"Thanks for summing it up, Jack." Daniel sassed.

Jack crossed his arms. "So why not just say the chant in reverse?"

The room grew quiet.

"What?" Daniel mumbled.

"Say the chant in reverse." Jack repeated.

Daniel, The Doctor and Sam looked at each other.

"Do you think it would?" Sam glanced at The Doctor.

"Nah, there's no way." The Doctor shook his head.

"You'd be surprised. Simple might mean better." Daniel chimed in.

Jack grabbed the book on the table and handed it to his colleague "I think you'll need this."