"I'll have you know I'm only here because Gen. Hammond ordered me to be," Andie informed the man she thought asked far too many questions for his own good. "And also, everyone worth talking to is off-base due to…" She grinned slightly. "Unforeseeable complications."

Emmett cleared his throat as an image of the pretty doctor popped into his head. "You must be used to that by now- having personnel being immediately required to go off-world." She stared at him coolly and he cleared his throat again but from a strange nervousness. "You must have a lot of free time on your hands."

"I have oodles," she replied caustically.

"What sorts of hobbies to you have to pass the time?"

"I watch movies and television when I'm not allowed in the labs."

He smiled in what he hoped was an encouraging manner. "One of the technicians mentioned you had a talent with building and modifying, but he didn't go into any detail." With many other SG personnel, this would have launched them into a detailed account of their very technical work, but the teenager merely stared at him. He was beginning to suspect she was doing it on purpose. "You look younger then most of the people at the SGC."

"Because I am," she replied, almost bitingly. "Is this going to take very much longer? You're boring me." She slumped down in her chair, the picture of adolescent annoyance. "And my stories are on."

He cleared his throat as he thought for a moment. "Well, I just wanted to ask you a few questions to get a clearer picture of what goes on around the SGC on an average day." He paused, slightly unnerved by the girl's intense scrutiny of his face. "We had heard you're another alien living here on the base- like Teal'c."

A malicious smile spread over her features and she sat up primly. "Alright, I'll play. What do you know about transubstantiation?"

Emmett never got the chance to answer. Sirens began blaring once again and people ran past the room in more hurry than usual. After a few minutes of confusion, Sam appeared in the doorway, tears streaming down her face.

She didn't say a word before Andie had knocked over her chair to launch herself into Sam's arms, already tearful herself. Sam kissed the top of her foster-daughter's head as she left the reporter without a second though to his questions and wondered, 'How can I lose all three of you at once?'

From somewhere that felt far away, Andie projected her reply, 'I'm still here. I'm just hiding.'

"I know you are," Sam whispered, lightly petting her hairas they hurried down the corridor.

"Know I am what?" she demanded out loud.

Mentally kicking herself, Sam said, "Confused. About this…" She stopped walking as she felt the tears building up again. "Janet's dead." A sudden coldness swept over Andie that Sam didn't miss. "And the Colonel's been seriously wounded. There was an ambush- Anubis-"

"You don't need to tell me about Anubis," Andie cut her off with an oddly emotionless, inhuman tone. She stopped and took a breath, then tearfully inquired, "When can I see Jack?" Still crying herself, Sam wrapped her arms around Andie's shoulders and led her towards the infirmary. Not for the first time, she was grateful for the girl's petite stature.