After going through the minimal documents that she was allowed to take off-base, Sam checked on the twins before peeking outside. She sighed slightly on not seeing any sign of Daniel's car and she resisted the sudden urge to call him. Feeling a little tired, she went to bed but felt lonely so read a book. However, her tiredness launched a surprise attack and she dozed off, the book falling onto the floor.

She became vaguely aware of a weight on Daniel's side of the bed and she murmured,

"Hmm, Daniel, you're home early - you didn't shoot Balinsky did you?"

She snuggled up to him before scrunching up her nose and asking,

"How did your stubble grow that fast and why do you smell of Bourb…?"

Something didn't feel right. Her eyes flew open and she saw none other than Pete Shanahan laying next to her, a rather unkempt and drunk Pete Shanahan at that. She stared at him in a mixture of confusion and abject horror, nearly falling off the bed in her surprise. She froze, paralysed with fear, as his hand trailed up her t-shirt and he slurred,

"I've been watching you, Black Widow Carter… there was me thinking you dumped me for that old bastard but you were really into that weedy geeky four-eyes."

Mentally shaking herself, her Air Force training taking hold, she crushed his groping hand with her own, before quickly wrenching his arm behind his back. He overpowered her, however, remarking,

"Ah, ah, ah, ex-Cop here."

She punched him in the jaw and he threatened her with a gun, forcibly backing her into a corner of the room as she palmed a pen. She tried to remain calm, silently praying that Daniel would come soon. Deciding to keep him talking to give her fiancé a chance to rescue her, she asked, trying to keep her tone calm,

"What do you want Pete?"

He remarked, his eyes fanatical,

"What do I want? Hm… what's rightfully mine. You let me in on this whole alien enemy crap and strung me along for a year before dumping me right before our wedding. Our wedding?! Do you not realise how many people were going to come?! My parents were flying in all the way from Ireland - they even had their tickets ready, and then you cancelled on me. I asked myself 'why, oh why did she do that?! Could it be because of those constipated looks from her commanding officer… or her best friend gazing at her hungrily when he thought that she wasn't looking?!'"

Her voice still calm, she said,

"Pete… you're drunk. Why don't we have this conversation when you're sober?"

He asked, menacingly,

"Are you trying to say something about Irish people?! 'cos if you are…"

"What? I'm not scared of you Pete… just put the gun down slowly."

He thundered, "I used to be a Cop so don't give me that negotiating crap! You cost me my job."

"How?"

"You drew me into your world Sam, and then threw me away, leaving me high and dry. I know that there is holy shit out there and no-one believes me!"

She remarked with a frown,

"Pete, revealing classified information is tantamount to treason."

"Don't I fucking know?! I get stalked by men in black suits trying to stop me from running alien websites. The thing is Sam, you'll never silence me. The people have to know what's out there and that you crap heaps are hiding a war."

"Pete… you're not thinking straight."

"Don't tell me how I'm thinking!"

"What do you want? You hold me at gunpoint in my own house - my fiancé's coming home, and if you've touched my kids, I swear to God I'll kill you with my bare hands."

He chuckled sardonically, remarking,

"Ah kids… didn't we have plans when we were young and innocent?! A boy and a girl… now I've lost everything and you get two kids with some Weedy McWeedison that you haven't even married yet!?"

She said defensively,

"Daniel is not weedy… he'd wipe the floor with you any day."

She whispered inside, "Come on Daniel."

She shifted slightly and he waved his gun at her, remarking,

"Ah, ah, ah, full Colonel - you're not getting out of this in a hurry."