Samantha Carter was exhausted as she walked up the sidewalk to her house. She glanced at the envelopes that she had in her hands. Bills, a letter from Mark, apaycheck, and a letter from a spa. Ordinarily, she would have thrown it away, but it was rather close to her birthday, and she might as well…
She decided to open Mark's letter first.
Dear Sammy,
Happy Birthday to you! Expect a surprise in the mail! We thought of it the moment we thought of your birthday!
Love,
Mark, Tammy, Chris, and Lizzie
P.S. We miss you! Come visit soon!
She smiled. Whatever had to do with the spa HAD to do with them! She opened the letter and there was a confirmation of her reservation. Eight days at a luxurious spa! She smiled for the first time in weeks…genuinely smiled, all evidence of her exhaustion eliminated. Then, she realized when the date was set…
"I leave tomorrow!"
The phone rang, and she ran to get it. "Carter."
"Major, it's General Hammond."
She straightened. "Yes, sir?"
"I forgot to let you know that you have the next week and a half off…you've done some great work."
She practically gasped. "Thank you, sir. It looks like I'm going to California."
"Well, have fun."
She hung up. Just then, the phone rang again. "Hello?"
"I'm Rick Dean. I'm going to be your pilot to Palo Alto."
She just gaped. "Thank you."
"I'll have a car pick you up at your home at 12:30 in the afternoon. The flight will only take about an hour and a half, and so, you'll be at the spa by 1 pm Pacific Time. Sound good?"
Does that sound good? Too good to be real!
"Uh, yeah…sounds really good."
"Okay. Oh, and by the way…happy birthday!"
So, it was a birthday present. Now, she was certain that it was her brother. She started day-dreaming about the spa. It would be so nice to be able to let her hair down and just…be pampered and pretty!
She sighed. The tension was already leaving her body.
Anybody catch the reference I had to a crew member on Stargate? Can anybody tell me what he does? Cyber cookies if you can tell me!