General O'Neill, meanwhile, was sitting in the can on Air Force One, bitterly regretting the Nutella and salami breakfast he'd consumed that morning at the President's insistence - but not half as much as he regretted failing to get into Lt. Colonel Carter's pants during the few months they'd been dating, particularly now that he was headed back to Cheyenne Mountain to resume command and had therefore lost the opportunity to do so in the forseeable future, fraternization between officers and their CO's being much frowned-upon and all...