A/N Thx for the reviews guys! Keep them coming!

This is a short chapter....

Snow was falling gently in Quebec. After the bored, it was a four hour drive to the lodge. After the second hour of Jack complaining about the recent Montreal Canadiennes game against the Calgary Flames, Sam asked as politely as she knew who for him to be quiet.

"Sir. I do not care. Does it look like I do?"

"No, but you tend to confuse me with your techno babble. Isn't this the same thing?"

"Nope. Not when you have a Ph. D in physics."

Jack swore under his breath. So much for Hammond keeping quiet. "Who told you?"

"A little birdie. But you can make up for all those complaints by actually listening to me."

Jack sighed loudly, and contributed to her latest theory about her doohickeys. After two hours, Jack thought inwardly that he had never been so happy to see such a fake looking moose sign advertising the lodge.