Daniel squeezed the muscle in his hand a bit harder. Yep! The headache was definitely returning. Jack was wrong- information overloads won't give you a headache, it'll give you a migraine! Oh, god. His head was spinning again. Wait! Not only that- the room was spinning! Yes. That's it. The room's spinning! Oh, he needed water. Reaching for his glass, he downed the whole thing in one gulp and reached for the pitcher for a refill, which he swallowed at the same pace as the last glass.

He had no idea how he was feeling right now! He should be happy! All these people knew his mother! He could find his father in no time! But then…he wasn't that happy. Then…shouldn't he be kind of pissed? Because Jack knew his mother the whole time and he didn't tell him! Heck, they even had a relationship! Then again…since when has Jack been any good at making connections? And by the way he reacted when they made him tell about the break-up…it's no wonder he never mentioned it to anyone! Heck…he even felt sorry for Jack! A little bit. So…how DID he feel? If he wasn't happy, or mad then…what the heck was he?!

Maybe he was just confused. Yes! That's it. He's just confused right now. He needed to sort everything out! He needed some think time. Something to help his thoughts sort themselves out. He needed a distraction! Getting up, he excused himself from the table and headed towards their tent. Seconds after he left the mess, he heard Sam walk up beside him.

"So…that was all interesting wasn't it?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" Daniel laughed. "Very interesting." Now that he thought about it, it was interesting after all. He found out a load of things about him mother! He chuckled softly. They also found out a load of things about Jack! "Who'd have thought Jack was the type obsessed with Astronomy, huh?"

Sam snorted then laughed out loud. She had to admit- it was a surprise when Jack started explaining planets and gravitational fields without a second thought! "Yeah. Who'd have thought?" She responded. Guess he's been playing stupid for a while. Sam thought. Glancing at Daniel, she noticed the worry lines on his forehead and decided to change the subject. "So…did find all the information you were looking for?" She asked, trying to cheer him up. On the plane he had begun to become a bit ecstatic about finding his father. She hoped he didn't lose that excitement with these new discoveries.

" No, not really. I was too busy listening to the stories." He smiled. "I'll ask them tomorrow." Sam nodded and they continued walking. The twists and turns of the trenches were more difficult to navigate at night, than during the daytime so…they were prone to getting lost. Yet, the both of them walked along the labyrinth semi-consciously, Daniel's thoughts on what he had just discovered, and Sam's thoughts on the stories she had just heard.

Trying to get all her thoughts organized, Sam recalled all the previous conversations. Apparently, Jack and Tommy were childhood friends, who grew up together. Amy was Tommy's long-distance girlfriend, who's best friend was Claire, Daniel's mom. Tommy and Amy decided they wanted to meet up, and bring some friends along, so here comes the big NYC set-up. That's where Jack met Claire. The met, they fell in love, same old story, they parted ways, it didn't work. Well! What an interesting night of………HOLD UP!

"Same old story…" Sam muttered to herself. Same old story… She repeated in her mind. Uh-oh! Her brain was beginning to get into gear! Everything was beginning to click. Damn! She cursed inwardly. The last time everything clicked, she had found out Daniel's father wasn't his biological one! What could that thing in her head be up to now?!

Same old story… She droned on mentally. Usually, when two people fall in love so quickly, they consummate their love. Putting her brain on rewind, she tried to recall everything Tommy had said. Yes! There it was! At some point he strategically mentioned everyone sleeping with each other the night after the party, but he did it in a way that his message was masked. Tommy has a way with words…Sam sensed. Yet the woman's radar section of her mind had picked up on that little fact and catalogued it for future reference. Sometime being a woman definitely had its advantages. Sam mused.

So Jack had slept with Claire! Well, not much of a surprise there. So why was her brain doing all this clicking? Here's why (said her head): Jack had slept with Claire, from the way Jack acted, they were really in love, from the way Tommy told it, they had a sort of relationship that could overcome everything. So, why the quick break-up? And why the lame excuse? What was the burden Claire was talking about when she broke up with Jack? Recalling Jack's words, Sam noted that Claire had told him that she didn't want to add a few extra burdens to his life. She was talking about more than one. Sam realized. More than herself. Different bits of information started flowing into her mind. Jack said he had joined the Air Force after he had returned to Minnesota, so he was at least eighteen! He had mentioned that when he saw Claire again a year later, she was married with a baby boy. Married. To Mel Jackson. Who was sterile. If Daniel wasn't his son, then…CLICK!!

"Oh, my god!" Sam said out loud.

"What?" Daniel asked next to her, concerned. The last time she had said that the way she did, he had found out that the person listed as his father, wasn't really his father.

Sam stopped and faced him. "Um…nothing!" She said, darting her eyes left to right. "I just…" she pointed the way they came. "…I forgot something in the mess tent. I'm gonna go get it. You just go ahead to the tent, and I'll be fine!" She waved him off and ran back towards the dinner tent, hoping none of the others have left yet.

Daniel just stared after her for a while before turning and shaking his head. Sometimes that woman could be so odd!

Sam managed to navigate her way back to the mess. Right as she was turning the corner, she ran smack dab into Amy. "Oh! I'm sorry!" She said as she halted herself just in time to avoid crashing into her.

Amy laughed. "It's okay. Sam, right?" She asked and the other woman nodded. "What's your hurry?" Amy asked again, naturally curious as to why she was running.

"The New York Trip." Sam started.

The smile started fading off of Amy's face. "Yeah?"

"When was it?" Sam asked, trying to slow down her breathing. "The month and the year. If you can remember."

Amy swallowed. "October, 1969." She answered solemnly. "Why?"

Sam's thoughts started doing double time. "You were all nineteen." She said to no one in particular.

"Yeah." Amy muttered, her mood dropping lower by the second.

"Oh, my god! I have to find Jack!" Sam was about to take off, but Amy grabbed her shoulders.

"No!" She shrieked.

"What do you mean 'no'?!" Sam yelled, pulling away from her. Studying Amy face for a quick second, a sudden realization hit her. "You knew!" She exclaimed. "Oh, my god, you knew!" She cried, her voice reaching new octaves.

Amy's eyes began to moisten and she ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Can we take this somewhere else? Somewhere less public? Please?" She begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Sam was speechless! Amy took advantage of the opportunity and led her down a short series of passages and into what looked to be a supply tent. Turning on the light, she closed the front flap, and turned to Sam.

"I can't believe you!" Sam yelled. She was so pissed, she had no idea what to say for once.

"Sam…please don't!" Amy begged again. She was full out crying this time. Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she had to sit on one of the crates to steady herself. "You have no idea…how much guilt…I've been feeling all these years. All because I didn't tell him!" She managed to choke out between sobs.

Sam took no mercy on her, though. "Good!" She screamed. "You should be feeling it! So then at least I know you feel something!" She retorted angrily.

Amy pointed a half-angry finger at her. "Don't hold that on me!" She was able to say.

"You never told a father he had a son!" Sam roared.

"Because I promised the mother I'd never tell anyone!" Amy countered, equally as loud. Her eyes filled with fresh tears and her voice lowered to just above a whisper. "But now I know that was a promise I shouldn't have made!" Sitting back down the crate, she started to break down all over again. "Please don't hold this on me!" She begged.

Sam's voice lowered to a menacing hiss, "Oh, it's not me who's gonna be holding anything on you…" She shook her head slowly as she just stared at the crying woman before her. "…it's someone who's called you a 'friend' for the last thirty-five years!" She continued. "Although I have no idea what kind of a friend denies him of the right to RAISE HIS OWN SON!!" She screamed. "Or denies him the knowledge that he EVEN HAS ONE!!" Amy continued to sob harder and harder, but Sam continued relentless. "No one I'd call a friend. And knowing him…no one he'd call a friend either." She paused. "I mean…what did he do? What did he do to you or Claire to deserve not being told?! Did he do anything other than be a kind, gentle friend or boyfriend? One who actually wanted everything the both of you denied him!" She paused again and realized something else. "God! And you couldn't even tell him when Claire died!" If possible, Amy began to weep even harder at the mention of Claire's death. "I can't believe you!" She breathed incredulously. "Daniel was an orphan jumping from one foster home to another, and you still never told anyone that he had a living PARENT?! Who actually WANTED him?!" Sam just couldn't take it anymore! She couldn't stand in the same room as someone as inconsiderate and infuriating as her!

Making her way to the front, she opened the flap, but then turned back to face the still-sobbing woman. "Just think about how he's gonna feel…" She started. "Think about how Jack's gonna feel like when you tell him all of this tomorrow!" She hissed. Amy, who had her hand over her mouth and water gushing from her eyes, could do nothing else but shake her head 'no'. "Oh, yeah, Amy!" Sam sneered angrily, "You're gonna tell him, and I'm gonna make sure of it!" She said in a threatening manner. "Because if you don't…I will! And if that happens…" She sneered. "Good luck!" And with that, Sam left, leaving a depressed Amy to her guilt and memories.