The airman outside opened the door and allowed the General entry into the holding cell. Jack, Daniel and Teal'c snapped up into a standing position while Sam began to move a three-year-old Grace off her lap.
"At ease, Major." He said, compassionately.
"Thank you, sir." She said, as her six-year-old son, Jacob, hid behind her on the cot.
"We have a lot of catching up to do." The General began. "The briefing will commence in an hour, but until then, feel free to refresh yourselves."
"Sir, we're going to need a couple of cots in my quarters." Sam replied.
"You and the…refugees…may stay in the VIP suite if that would be more comfortable for you."
Sam smiled, gratefully. "Thank you, sir."
"All right…dismissed."