As they explored the town, they realized that there were still a few houses that were habitable. There were even clothes, food and other supplies that they could use. "Well, this is good luck!" Jack said, smiling.

"Yes, sir. More luck than I was expecting." She said, looking around one of the cottages. "Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay in this house."

He shrugged. "Why not?"

She smiled. "Thank you, sir."

"Now…when do we start digging up the Stargate?"

"Well, I guess we do that after breakfast, sir." She said with a shrug.

"Breakfast?"

"Well, there's some bread here, and if we don't eat it, it will spoil."

"Sounds good to me." He said, taking the proffered piece of bread.

He walked out of the house and walked toward the lake. "Ah, and we'll have fish for dinner!" He cried.

"What?" She asked, following him.

"Come on, Carter, you know I have a cabin in Minnesota. I go there to fish."

"Well, you fish to your heart's content. I'll keep working on getting us out of here." She said with a twinkle in her eye.

"You do that." He said, following her to the shed where she found a couple of shovels. "Here, we'll start digging."

"Carter, what happens if we find the Stargate but no DHD?"

She gulped. "Then, we dial home manually."

"Two words: power source."

She turned to him, the teasing mood gone. "Sir, we can keep thinking about all the flaws in this plan, or we can do something to get us home."

Jack took a deep breath. "Okay. Then, we go."

It had been two weeks, and they had kept digging for the Stargate, living off fish and the few vegetables and fruits that were left behind by the inhabitants of the town. Carter had lived in one cottage, and Jack in one that was fairly close in proximity. But Jack was starting to notice that Sam was becoming somewhat obsessed with returning back to Earth.

"Carter, it's time for dinner."

"I'll be there in a little while, sir." She said, digging.

"Carter, you're working too hard. They've probably already realized that they can't contact us. Undoubtedly, they've contacted the allies and there's a ship on its way to rescue us. Besides, you said that you'd be here in a little while about three hours ago. You can't keep working without lights."

She looked up and saw him standing beside a fire a little ways off. She begrudgingly approached him. "Sorry, sir."

"'Sokay, Carter. Just don't let it happen again. We're on an alien planet. One would think that you would at least pretend to slow down without doohickeys to study."

She was silent as she took the grilled fish from him.

"You okay?"

She took a bite of the fish. "I'm sorry, sir. It's just…"

"Just that you're tired of having no doohickeys and the proverbial company of a grouchy commanding officer?"

"Something like that, sir." She said with a tired smile.

"You sure you're okay?"

She nodded, though she only took a couple more bites of the fish before she stood up. "I think I'm going to turn in. It's been a long couple weeks."

Then, she walked toward the square while he watched her. There was something bothering her, and he didn't know what.