Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the feed back. I'm glad people are still enjoying this fic. :) And thanks as always to my wonderful beta readers, SealRescuer and Dimac99:D Also, I'm trying out the double quotation marks for chapter breaks (merf, stupid ffnet formatting…grumble grumble), thanks Teri for the idea. :D

And on with the story:D

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Daniel flattened himself against the wall as a team of technicians rushed by. As crazy as things currently were in the SGC, they were actually in a bit of a lull compared to the events from the last couple of hours. By the time SG4 had returned with Jack's message, the Alpha List had already been activated by the President himself. Daniel guessed it had something to do with the freak blizzard that Washington was still trying to dig themselves out of. That, and the new volcano growing in Kansas, the sudden drying out of the Mississippi river, and the submarine a tornado dropped in the middle of Oklahoma. Meteorologists were still trying to determine how that one could have happened.

Daniel hefted the bag he was carrying back over his shoulder. Then, gripping his single crutch under his other arm, he continued to work his way along the crowded hallway. The General had ordered anyone who wasn't necessary to the immediate function of the SGC through the gate to the Alpha Site, so Daniel had determined to make sure he was still necessary. Desperately underhanded, Janet had had no choice but to let him help by running errands between the storage rooms and the infirmary. Perhaps 'running' was a bit of an overstatement, it was really more like limping slowly, but Janet knew how badly Daniel needed to stay on Earth and so had given in to his generous offer to help.

Ahead, the elevator opened and Sam and Teal'c stepped out. Seeing them, Daniel brightened considerably, and hobbling as fast as he could, the anthropologist called out to them.

Hearing him, they turned and Daniel's breath caught in his throat. After so many missions together, Daniel thought he'd seen them all at their worst, but Sam looked like the walking dead. Her normally blond hair was a muddy brown and his keen eyes easily picked out the darker patches covering both her arms and legs that Daniel was sure would later prove to be blood.

"What happened?" he immediately demanded.

Teal'c, looking somewhat better than Sam, solemnly answered, "We located O'Neill and MacGyver."

"Ya, Major Wilder told us, but what happened to you guys?"

Sam sighed. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out, and probably was. "We were caught in a flash flood."

"A mountain then collapsed from underneath us," Teal'c added.

Daniel stared at them in shock, but with the way the day had gone, he knew he shouldn't have been so surprised. "We should go see Janet."

"There's no time for that," Sam stated, but she teetered uncertainly until Teal'c put a hand under her arm to support her. She didn't even notice. "We need to talk to the General and retrieve the device MacGyver made at the Colonel's house."

"It'll be easier to get the General to the infirmary then it will be trying to get to his office right now," Daniel told her, encouraging her ahead of him.

Irritation creased Sam's wearied face. "I'm fine, I don't need help."

Anyone looking at the Major would disagree, but Daniel hadn't actually meant to imply she couldn't physically make it to Hammond's office. Daniel was trying to transport goods on one foot after all. Right now the General's time was split in so many directions that tracking him down was far more effort than it was worth. And Sam really did look ready to collapse.

Daniel was about to tell her so when he noticed the man standing behind them. He'd ridden the elevator down with Teal'c and Sam, but hadn't moved on, and was casually looking around from side to side with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. With all the unfamiliar faces filtering through the SGC of late, Daniel hadn't thought much of the man standing there, until now. "Who's this?"

Sam and Teal'c both turned and looked at the man with a raised eyebrow. The man, his thick mustache twitching and his eyes glinting with excitement, grinned at Daniel in such a way it made the anthropologist a little nervous, and then introduced himself with an outstretched hand, "Jack Dalton, pilot extraordinaire!"

"How did you get in here?" Sam questioned, still looking surprised. They hadn't noticed him in the elevator with them? Daniel was even more convinced that they needed to get to the infirmary. Apparently, Teal'c was in agreement, because he started guiding Sam slowly down the hall in that direction.

Everyone else followed, and this Dalton person candidly responded, "I was just following you guys."

She seemed almost upset by the answer, "You're not allowed to be here. I don't even know how you got past the guards."

Daniel wasn't nearly so surprised. "They've been bringing people in as fast as they can, and considering everything that's been happening, they probably just assumed he was with you."

Sam groaned, looking far too tired to be able to handle this new dilemma. It didn't help that Dalton cheerfully put in, "I've never been to a secret military base before. A couple of the Phoenix research labs, but nothing near as spiffy as this. So what do you guys do down here, anyway?"

Thankfully they reached the infirmary before they had to come up with an answer. The large room was packed with people moving in all directions, but even amidst all the chaos, Janet instantly spotted them.

The petite doctor quickly ushered them towards a bed tucked in the corner of the room. Every inch of seating room possible was already taken up, but a fierce glare emptied the bed of its current occupants, two injured airmen that with one look at Janet's face couldn't scurry away fast enough. Hop away, really. Like Daniel, they had their left legs in casts.

"So is it all over?" Janet immediately asked, as she imperiously gestured for Sam to sit on the bed. Daniel quickly looked for a bit of wall he could lean against, but there was barely room to stand, with both bodies and machinery crowding any available space. Letting his laden bag fall to the floor, he settled for half leaning against a defibrillator.

Sam grimaced, whether from Janet's blunt question or the pain the Major was no doubt experiencing, Daniel didn't know. Probably both. "Hardly," Sam replied, "Akh is dead, but Sedet is on his way, and then there's the problem with the Colonel and MacGyver."

"They've left Earth already, haven't they?"

Blinking up at her, Sam's tired eyes slightly glazed over. "How did you know that?"

Smiling mischievously, Janet began to examine Sam as she answered, "Aside from preening information out of Lieutenant VonGnechten, from the moment you left up until a little while ago, I was getting a new patient every five minutes, all with the same broken leg." She glanced over at Daniel with pursed lips, or more pointedly at his crutch.

Daniel held the crutch protectively to his chest, objecting, "Hey, I already gave up one!"

The doctor shrugged as if it weren't so important, and returned to her examination of Sam. "I told you not to use the arm," Janet scolded, although to Daniel, that seemed to be the least of Sam's injuries.

Once again irritation creased the Major's face. "I'm fine," she stubbornly stated, and then quickly changed subjects when Janet gave her a quelling look. "You said the strange events have stopped? The field of effect from the energy the Colonel and MacGyver are outputting must go with them. That would imply the quantum mechanics are constantly changing, it's not just a simple case of cause and effect."

If Daniel didn't know Sam was a genius, he'd think she was delirious, but beside him Dalton suddenly exclaimed, "Is that what's going on? Mac always did have uncanny luck." The man grinned, adding a little too gallantly, "Had to save him myself quite a few times. But that's what friends are for, right?"

Everyone just stared at the man. Daniel was ashamed to admit he'd already forgotten the guy was even with them. Like an echo of his question in the hallway, Janet queried, "Who're you?"

"Jack Dalton, pilot extraordinaire!" Dalton answered, grinning wider.

Janet's eyebrow raised in question, then she looked to rest of them for a real answer and Teal'c responded, "He is a friend of MacGyver's."

"He's not supposed to be here," Sam moaned.

Amusement briefly tugged at the doctor's lips and she smartly replied, "Well, it's too late now. To minimize the amount of confusion, the General's left orders for no one to leave the mountain once they're through security. I'm afraid there's only one way out of here, now."

"Whoa, hey," Dalton exclaimed, raising his hands in quick defense, "there's no need for that. I'm harmless. Fantastic at keeping secrets, won't tell a soul what I've seen. In fact, I haven't really seen anything!"

Daniel frowned at the man, completely confused by Dalton's sudden change in behavior. Just what did he think the 'one way out of here' was? But then Teal'c calmly told the man, "No one here will harm you, JackDalton."

Melodramatically wiping a hand across his brow in relief, Dalton smiled again. "Whew! Thanks big guy. You all had me worried there for a moment. So, what's the plan?"

Again they all just stared at the man. Ignoring Dalton, Sam turned to Janet, "It's absolutely vital we get the device from the Colonel's."

"It's absolutely vital that you get some rest," Janet countered.

Daniel wondered what device Sam kept talking about, but suddenly remembered the box that he had seen sitting on Jack's coffee table. It had been capable of revealing the hidden symbols the Keys projected. "You mean that strange light table? Can't you make one here?"

"We do have the right materials," Sam admitted, but she sounded so close to the brink of tears with exhaustion that Daniel quickly reassured her it wouldn't be necessary.

"I'll see if I can find someone on their way in to pick it up for us."

Faintly smiling in gratitude, Sam finally capitulated to Janet's urging to lay back and rest. It didn't last long, as a groan from the mountain itself had them all on edge in alarm. "Could they be back so soon?" Sam hesitantly questioned with worry.

"I don't think so." Shaking her head, Janet grimly told them, "We've been dealing with minor structural damage ever since the quakes." Another groan, much louder than the first, brought the room to a dead silence, and everyone heard the not so subtle sound of metal snapping as though under vast pressure.

"Everyone out!" Janet yelled.

People immediately headed for the door, but there were more injured than there were nurses and the evacuation of the infirmary was slow going. Daniel reached for the bag of medical supplies while trying to keep his crutch under his arm, but soon both were forgotten as a deafening crack, far too much like the one that had preceded the cave-in inside the ruins, had him raising his head in alarm.

Time seemed to slow down, leaving Daniel frozen on the spot, as a large chunk of the ceiling collapsed on the other side of the room, bringing with it several levels of rubble. People scrambled out of the way as more debris fell, and then the wall collapsed inward, along with huge chunks of concrete that formed the outer wall of the SGC. With another moan from the mountain, the floor collapsed under the combined weight of the rubble, sending it crashing down on the level below. An airman who hadn't been able to quite clear the area in time hung desperately to the edge of the remaining floor.

Daniel instantly jumped forward to help, practically tossing his crutch aside in his haste. Pain laced up his leg, but the anthropologist's attention was fixated completely on the airman. "I got you," Daniel said, falling to the floor and grabbing the man's arm, but when he tried to lift the guy up, he suddenly found he had no leverage to pull with. Gritting his teeth, Daniel tried to use arm strength alone, the airman doing his part to try and climb up himself, and then Teal'c was there, the large jaffa easily lifting the fallen airman clear, and hauling him to safety.

Sighing with relief and gratitude, Daniel rolled over and tried to get up as well, but his leg wasn't cooperating in the slightest, and Daniel fell back to the floor with a grunt. Teal'c passed the injured airman off to another and turned back to help Daniel, but before the jaffa could take more than a step towards him, a crack spread across the floor between them.

Instinct had Daniel trying to cross that crack as fast as possible, but it was already too late, and the floor suddenly vanished below him. For two very long seconds Daniel felt completely weightless, then, with a painful jerk he hit something, causing his body to flip around before he hit something else. Frantic hands grabbed at anything and everything in reach. They burned with pain as sharp edges sliced across his seeking palms and fingers, but the next object to break his fall was more solid, catching him heavily across the midriff. Daniel desperately clung to it, finally successful in stopping his descent.

"Daniel!" "DanielJackson!"

Daniel could hear the others calling down to him and automatically responded in kind, yelling back with a choking breath, "I'm okay!" But he wondered if he really was. Blinking back tears, Daniel looked up, shocked to find he'd tumbled three stories, and there were at least another three stretched out below him. Flickering lights from the broken levels illuminated a rather large cavity inside the mountain, its walls made up of a mix of stone, cement, broken guard rails, and support beams that stuck out at various intervals. It was one such support beam that Daniel was clinging to. The jagged bar of steel was bent at a dangerous angle, stretching out across the void the collapse had created and only barely still attached to the floor it used to belong to.

Daniel felt himself slip as he unconsciously shifted in his efforts to look around. Instantly tightening his grip again, a burning pain spread across his whole body, but he just ignored it and gripped even harder till at last the sliding stopped. It was a moment more before he was able to breathe again, both injury and fear stealing his breath.

"Daniel, just stay there!" Sam yelled from above. "We're coming to get you!"

Like I have a choice! Daniel internally grumbled, and then gasped as his hold almost slipped again. Squeezing his eyes shut, Daniel hoped they'd hurry. If there was ever a time to be lucky it was now, but Jack and Mac weren't here anymore, and Daniel wasn't so sure his own 'luck' was strong enough.

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MacGyver had tried to wake Jack up several times without success. While that had him greatly worried, at least Jack was still breathing, and his pulse was normal. On the down side, the Colonel was a little pale, and his shoulder was burned, much like Daniel's leg had been back when he'd been hit on the alien planet. The weapons these Sedetians (for that was what MacGyver had decided to call them) used didn't look the same, but the energy they expended was likely based on the same principles.

Pacing the small cell they'd been deposited in, MacGyver turned back to once again check up on Jack. They'd been through so much already in such a short amount of time, it was a miracle they hadn't collapsed before now. But while Mac knew sleep was something they both desperately needed, it just wasn't something they could afford.

"Jack?" MacGyver called, softly shaking the Colonel's good shoulder. At last the man elicited a small groan. With a large smile of relief, Mac greeted his groggy would-be brother, "Morning."

"Is it?" Jack tiredly queried. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and blinking, looked around. "Jacob?"

MacGyver sighed. "Don't know. He didn't come with us from Akh's ship, and I couldn't understand a thing these guys were saying." He helped Jack to sit up, and then sat down on the floor next to him. Feeling rather subdued, Mac murmured, "You were out for a while."

Jack just nodded, grimacing heavily as he shifted, trying to take a look at his injured shoulder. He slowly lifted the arm, carefully testing its range of movement. "It happens."

"I don't know what's worse, knowing you got hurt, or knowing I'm going to get hurt."

Looking up at him, startled, Jack met MacGyver's worried gaze. MacGyver could tell the Colonel wanted to deny the possibility, but it was more than that, it was a reality. Previously, any time they met up, things happened almost simultaneously, and except for their first time as kids, nothing so adventurous had been going on in their lives. "We can probably use our injuries to gauge how long we have before we synch up." MacGyver theorized.

"Ya," Jack glumly replied. Then a bit louder, he faked a grimace and complained good-naturedly, "Why do I always get hurt first!"

"Because you're the oldest!" MacGyver told him, relieved to hear Jack's old sense of humor again.

Making a face, Jack told him seriously, "You know just as well as I do that we were probably born at the exact same time."

MacGyver just shrugged, still smiling, but soon the smile dropped away as the moment ended and the severity of their predicament came crashing back. Even if they got out of here, stopped Sedet, and obtained the third Key, they'd already put Earth through so much turmoil, did they really have the right to chance going back? "Do you think it would all stop if we just ended it now?"

"Don't be a pessimist, that's my job."

Startled, Mac looked over at Jack to see the Colonel fiercely glaring at him. Mac hadn't realized he'd spoken out loud, and even now he didn't know what to say. "Jack, I…"

"Never, in all the situations we've been in, together or on our own, have we ever given up on the chance of living, and you shouldn't now," the Colonel adamantly stated. Then Jack's expression softened, and he sighed. "I'll do anything to save my planet, and if it comes down to ending things, then we will, but there's no sense in thinking about it prematurely." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "One thing at a time, Mac."

MacGyver had to agree, and feeling much better, looked up and around the simple cell. "There's bound to be something we can use to get the door open."

Before he even had a chance to come up with anything, the lights flickered briefly and the cell door slid open. Jack smirked, remarking, "Love it when that happens!" They quickly got to their feet, but before they could take even a step, two Sedetians appeared in the doorway, weapons raised.

MacGyver sighed. "Hate it when that happens!"

While they couldn't understand a word the Sedetians said, MacGyver wasn't even sure the human mouth was capable of speaking their language, it was clear what the aliens wanted them to do. Poked and prodded down the hall of the strange ship, Mac couldn't help but watch in fascination as the guard walking in front seemed to unconsciously blend in and out of visibility.

The scientist in him reasoned that it had to have something to do with the shell like skin they all had. Even their weapons shimmered in and out of sight, and they were covered in the same substance. A chameleon changed colors to match its environment, but that wasn't what was happening here, Mac was sure of it. It was more as if their shell-like skin bended light around it, instead of reflecting it, like any normal opaque object would.

A quick jab in the side brought his musings to an end and Mac gave Jack an annoyed look. But Jack just made a face and nodded to the guard they were following, and again to one behind him.

MacGyver blinked. Jack wanted to attack them now? Was he insane! They still didn't have any weapons, Jack was freshly injured, not that that seemed to matter anymore, and their last one-on-one with the Sedetians hadn't exactly gone that well. MacGyver shook his head, and as expected, the Colonel glared at him.

But MacGyver didn't care, this wasn't the right time to escape, he was sure of it. They hadn't even seen Sedet or the last Key yet. That soon changed. The guards had led them to what Mac assumed was the bridge. Several of the Sedetians were working and talking in what Mac interpreted as frantic behavior. Considering the lights still flickered from time to time, and sparks were coming from one of consoles, Mac guessed it was because they hadn't be able to get their ship working yet.

Then one of the aliens turned to them and instinctively MacGyver knew it was Sedet. To confirm the fact, the alien's eyes glowed, all five of them, but more importantly, the blue gem imbedded in a circlet around its head also began to glow. Then the goa'uld spouted off something in the strange alien language the Sedetians spoke, and fiercely waved one of its armored arms at them in a threatening manner.

"Did you understand any of that?" Jack asked Mac.

"Not a word." Mac thought he could hear traces of the ancient goa'uld dialect in Sedet's speech patterns, but the Sedetian body the goa'uld inhabited probably wasn't capable of speaking it. Smiling with hope, Mac remarked, "At least they haven't gotten the ship moving again."

Of course, no sooner had he said it, than the ship jerked into motion, forcing them to catch their step or risk falling gracelessly to the floor. As soon as they regained their footing, Jack shot him a glare so full of promised retribution that Mac grimaced. He really needed to stop saying things out loud.

The aliens were in an excited calamity for a few minutes, but Jack and Mac weren't so lucky as to be forgotten about completely and all too soon, Sedet's attention was back on them. He said something more to them, and Mac raised his hands, helplessly shaking his head. "I'm sorry. We don't understand what you're saying."

Sedet's blue gem began to glow again. At first Mac thought it was a trick of the light, but all of a sudden every shadow in the room began to move, coming alive and swallowing up everything around them. The bridge, the Sedetians, even the light itself. Mac quickly looked to Jack, but the Colonel was already gone. Frantic, Mac took a single step back before the blackness engulfed him.

MacGyver had been in sensory deprivation tanks a few times in his life. He'd found them peaceful, quiet. But he'd always had a sense of self. Here, it was as if nothing existed. "Jack!" Mac yelled into the nothingness, or thought he yelled, but no sound was emitted. He couldn't see anything, hear anything, couldn't even feel his own heart beating.

This was Sedet's power, MacGyver realized. The Gift of Shadows that Jacob had warned them about.

He was about to try and will his body to move, even without being able to feel it, when a blue light entered the nothingness. Naturally, his senses veered towards it. As it got stronger, or as he neared, more feeling came back to him. He could see himself in its reflection, feel his feet moving as he stepped closer, and even hear his breath, the sound a light whisper in the non-existent air.

The blue light moved and Sedet stepped out of the shadows, the light coming from his gemmed circlet, now around the head of a very different looking alien than a Sedetian. This one was definitely humanoid, although it was skinnier, with arms and legs that were a little longer than normal, and it had a mouth full of sharp pointed teeth.

"Now, as I said before, where are my brothers, Akh and Ra?" Sedet asked, the words coming across in English while its mouth moved at a different speed, as if he were being badly dubbed.

"I can understand you," Mac remarked, startled.

"Of course," The goa'uld snarled impatiently. "There are no boundaries in the mind."

"You're in my mind?" MacGyver was both fascinated and appalled by the concept.

Then Jack's voice remarked beside him, "I never thought your mind would be so empty, Mac."

Turning, Mac found Jack standing next to him in the blackness. He couldn't keep from smiling with relief, if they were together, even here, then they still had a chance. Sedet wasn't so happy, and exclaimed, "How can you be here, you should still be trapped in the shadows! I can not enter two minds at once." The alien regarded them with suspicion, but then shook his head, dismissing the problem. "It does not matter. I will learn what I need to from you both."

MacGyver felt a tug at his thoughts, as if someone were literally pulling his memories to the surface. Unbidden, thoughts of Sam, his son, came to the forefront and the next thing he knew, the three of them were standing in the middle of London.

"Whoa!" Jack exclaimed, swaying slightly as he reoriented. Mac would have done the same, but the intrusion brought with it a sudden migraine that had him doubling over and heaving into a street side waste basket.

He could hear Jack ask if he was alright, feel Jack's supportive hand on his back, but more importantly, Mac could feel the cold metal edge of the trash can too, as if it were really there. Looking up, he was shocked to find the square they were in alive and bustling with life. It was just like he remembered it when he last came to visit Sam. The colored leaves rustled above him as a cold wind brushed across his face. It all seemed so real, and if it wasn't for the fact that no-one seemed to take notice of their little group, Mac would be hard pressed to believe it wasn't.

"Interesting," Sedet mused, turning in a full circle. "Primitive building structures, but a mass population. Simple creatures with enough evolutionary potential to sustain the Hereta intellect."

"We're not sustaining anyone!" Jack exclaimed, still hovering protectively over Mac.

"Of course you will," Sedet stated as if it were inevitable. "You…" He paused and Mac felt another small tug at his brain. "Humans, shall be hosts to a great and powerful race known as the Hereta. Once we reach your…Earth, I shall find my brothers and we shall summon the Hereta. We have been a long time searching for adequate hosts."

MacGyver clenched his eyes shut, both against the migraine still pounding in his head, and the emotional turmoil that came with the knowledge that he was putting Earth in danger. Even knowing the Hereta were dead wouldn't stop this goa'uld from invading, or from destroying the planet much like Akh had wanted to do.

A young voice caught his attention, and he looked up to see Sam, or the Sam from his memories, call out to someone from across the square. The sight of his son was enough to bring every paternal and protective instinct he had into motion. Turning, MacGyver dived at Sedet. "No!"

Initially, he'd intended to grab the circlet from off the alien's head, but instead his hands ended up around Sedet's neck, pushing the alien down. The illusionary world around them shimmered and changed as they hit the ground, and a moment later a sharp burst of energy engulfed Mac. Crying out, he released his hold and rolled away.

Sedet just laughed. The alien slowly got to his feet as he told them, "You can not harm me here. For here, nothing really exists."

"You okay?" Jack worriedly asked. Mac just nodded and then accepting Jack's help, stood up and looked around. They were no longer anywhere he recognized. The buildings all reached well above the clouds, several columns all surrounding a massive pyramid, with little pyramid shaped ships flying in every which direction. Mac thought perhaps they'd entered Jack's mind, but the Colonel put an end to that possibility, questioning darkly, "Where are we?"

Giving them a dangerous looking grin, Sedet gestured to the surrounding city, saying, "This is where I came from." Then he gestured to himself. "As this is the form of my first host."

"It's not an Unas."

"Unas, the First Ones," Sedet murmured, regarding them once again with suspicion. "If you know of the Unas, then it seems there is more to learn from you than I thought."

The alien turned back to look over the city as if reminiscing. "We knew the First Ones had come from outside our galaxy, but even the Hereta would not say from where. They were a great empire, ruled over the entire galaxy until a plague began killing all our hosts. My two brothers and I were sent to find suitable replacements. I had only just entered this galaxy when I received the message."

He turned to them, his eyes glowing dangerously. "And now, what do you know of my brothers? I will not ask again."

Mac steeled himself, preparing for the inevitable invasion of his mind. Protectively, Jack put himself between Mac and the alien, hesitantly saying, "I don't know how to tell you this, but you're the last one left."

"Explain!"

"The Hereta, Ra and Akh, they're all dead. They all bit off more than they could chew, and they got burned for it!" Jack fiercely stated.

"Impossible!" Sedet snarled out.

Even knowing it would happen, Mac wasn't prepared for the full onslaught of Sedet's presence that burrowed into his mind. He cried out in pain.

"Stop it! He doesn't know anything, you lousy snake!" the Colonel yelled at the goa'uld. Mac couldn't hear anything after that, the shadows sucking him up again and leaving him only with the pain. He tried to curl in upon himself, building mental walls to ward off the invasion, but Sedet just stripped away any protective blocks he fashioned the second they were formed. Helpless, Mac didn't think he'd be able to hold up against the attack much longer, but then suddenly Jack's presence was there with him in the shadows. Seeing it like a beacon in his mind, MacGyver immediately clung to it in an attempt to preserve his own sanity, and then something unexpected happened.

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Post Author's Note: For those of you wondering just how was it Dalton understood Sam, especially with so little info given…in my opinion, someone who comes up with some of the most wacky money making schemes has got to have a twisted sense of logic. :D Who better to understand some twisted bit of science? Haha. Okay, so maybe it's just me, but I'm not rewriting it! So na-ah:P