Rick Dean is a lighting technician. I would NOT insult your intelligence by making a reference to RDA and ask you if you could see it… I found Rick Dean quite humorous because his first and last names are RDA's first and middle names. Anyway, on to the long-awaited Chapter 3!
Sam arrived at the spa at 12:45 pm Pacific Standard Time. She was wearing light cotton capris, a tank top and a three-quarter-length sleeve button down shirt. She was also wearing sandals and sunglasses. She inhaled and could feel the sea breeze float through her body before she exhaled. She could feel each muscle in her body loosen with each breath.
All of a sudden, she heard a voice. "Miss Carter? Samantha Carter?"
She turned to find a tall, lean, muscular man walking out of the main building. "Yes?"
"Oh, you're here! I'm Henry, your personal guide to the spa. Come in! Come in! You just look gorgeous!"
She smiled as he grabbed her bag and promptly herded her inside. Henry brought her to her little condo. "We like to give our guests the opportunity to relax with meditation in addition to whatever treatments you receive. So, we decided that individual condominiums would be the best for them. Do you like it?"
She nodded. "I love it. Thanks."
"Don't thank me. Thank Jack, he's always doing these things for his sister, Lizzie." Henry put his hand on her shoulder. "You're lucky to have him, Samantha."
She just stared at him. "Colonel O'Neill did this?"
"Jack? Yeah. I talk to him at least once a month. And he has told me a lot about you! Now, I thought we'd start out with a yoga session to relieve some of the physiological stress that he says you've been under. An astrophysicist no doubt. Anyway, that starts at three o' clock this afternoon. If you don't have yoga clothes, there are some in the closet that should work. Just call if you need anything. And when I say anything, I mean ANYTHING."
He left in the same whirl that he had been while he'd been there, and Sam stood in the middle of the room, her jaw dropped. Her commanding officer had gotten her a reservation for a SPA. And a damn nice one at that. And what was this about a sister?
The questions swirled around in her brain until she decided that she should take a bit of a nap to try and quiet her brain. She repeated what she'd said in Antarctica. "I think too much!"