It was a silent group that walked out of the infirmary, each of them thinking about what they had heard – and not all that interested in heading for the control center, where Hammond had probably already allowed Dotty (who wasn't really Dotty – and didn't that make you feel just a little odd? – access to the dialing computer so she could head back to where ever she was going. They'd be able to check the computer's memory for the address she went to, of course, but it probably wasn't her final destination or anything – and if that were the case, they wouldn't learn anything by going to the destination and checking it out.

"So…" Daniel, of course, was the first to speak. His analytical mind was just as quick as Sam's, and unlike her, he was far more accustomed to the abnormal. After all, Daniel had believed in aliens long before Sam had even heard of the SGC – and had been on another world by the time she'd joined up and had met Jack. "That was… interesting…"

Jack scowled.

"That's one word I'd use…"

Sam frowned at the annoyance in Jack's voice and realized that he was angry. What he was angry about, however, was more important, because she was worried it was Ian he was mad at – and that just wasn't acceptable.

"What other word would you use?" She asked, more to feel him out than anything.

"A waste of time?" He said, looking over at her.

"What do you mean, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.

"Dotty – a Dotty that isn't our Dotty – comes from another reality just to tell us something bad is coming, but then won't tell us what it is? What good is that to us?"

"She didn't just come to warn us, Jack," Daniel said, catching Jack's annoyance as well. "She healed Ian, too."

"Which I'm grateful for," Sam said, firmly.

Jack looked over at her, and his irritation faded – the annoyance in his brown eyes did, anyways.

"Yeah… I am, too."

Which told Sam that he wasn't mad at Ian.

"So you're mad that she came and warned us?"

Daniel, too, had noticed Jack was mad.

"I'm not mad, Daniel," Jack said, scowling over at the archeologist. "I'm… well, I don't know what I am. But I don't know why she didn't just come out and say what's going to happen instead of leaving us in a state of uncertainty."

"A warning is better than nothing."

"Maybe to you," Jack said, darkly. "I like to know what to expect."

Which was understandable considering that he was a commanding officer of a military unit. It wasn't exactly an occupation that was prone to enjoying surprises – which explained why Jack was annoyed.

Of course, there was more to it – the sudden arrival of Shawn's mom had shocked Jack and had him worried for a moment – a selfish moment – that he was going to lose the boy. And then, perversely, he'd been annoyed that she hadn't wanted to see him – and was even more annoyed that she had used Jack's son Charlie as an example. He'd been hurt, first, but as always with Jack, hurt soon turned to anger, and he was pretty much fuming the more he thought about it.

"I'd like to talk to Ian about what else he knows," Daniel said, to change the subject and give Jack a chance to calm down a little about Dotty.

"I would, too," Sam admitted. "When Janet lets us."

"I'd like to know why he didn't tell us what was going on," Jack said, and although he was still angry, he wasn't quite as mad as he had been.

"Or why we didn't notice ourselves?" Daniel asked.

Jack scowled.

"Ian's always been erratic, Daniel."

Sam smiled, and headed down the hall towards her lab.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked.

"I want to get something."

"What?"

"Something. I'll be right back."

"But-"

She grinned, because his own curiosity was taking care of the remaining annoyance quite nicely.

"I'll be right back."

They all watched as she walked down the corridor and vanished around the first corner and Jack looked down at Jaffer.

"Go keep an eye on her little man."

Jaffer wagged his tail and headed down the corridor as well, with Jack (the dog) right behind him.

"What do we do?" Daniel asked.

Jack shrugged.

"We'll just wait, I guess."

Like they had much choice?

OOOOOO

Luckily for Ian's modesty, Janet didn't remove the catheter for him. Instead she went and called for a male doctor to take care of it for her, and while it didn't take long to remove, it wasn't comfortable for him. By the time Janet returned, Ian was dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms, sitting up in his bed, and fairly sore – but only in one spot.

"How do you feel?" She asked him, coming over to his bed and looking over at the monitors that were still keeping track of his vital signs. Everything looked fine to her, and she could tell by his manner that he wasn't hurting nearly as bad as he had been – even with the irritation that she knew he had to be feeling under his belt.

"Better."

He was watching her warily, and Janet knew he was expecting her to start asking him questions any minute. Of course, she wanted to ask him a million of them, but it wasn't the time – and she figured Colonel O'Neill and the others would have questions of their own, and some would undoubtedly be the very same as the ones she wanted to ask. She'd just have to listen in on the discussion, that was all.

"Hungry?"

He nodded. He'd been hungry before, but with the nausea he'd suffered from, there was no way he'd have asked for something to eat. Now, he was beyond hungry – since there wasn't any pain or sickness to take his mind off his hunger, which only amplified it.

"Starving."

"I'll have someone get you something to eat, and then I'm sure everyone else will want to have a chat with you."

"Oh, I bet they will…"

There was no hiding the sarcasm in his voice, or the concern.