Three Weeks later

Sam dropped her newest order off at the window. "Thanks Blue Eyes!" Sal grinned fondly.

She smiled in return, but was blindsided by a flashback. She'd been having them frequently. There was a blonde woman and men dressed in armor with strange markings on their foreheads. Sometimes she saw a man with crystal blue eyes. There were often ships-space ships of all things. There was also a ring with a glowing blue puddle. Other times she saw torture and pain. Surely none of it was real…

"Anna? You okay?" Sal asked, running to her side.

Sam rubbed her forehead. "Yeah."

"If you have such bad headaches, you should get checked out."

"It's fine. Really." She hadn't told him the visions she had been seeing. She didn't want the one person she could trust to think she was insane. He already thought it was odd that at certain times she could rattle off random and little known facts about astronomy.

Sam knew that Sal also wondered why she still wore her wedding ring. After all, her husband supposedly beat her. But sometimes at night she would lay awake and stare at it. Someone out there loved her and was probably looking for her. She wanted to know so badly who she was, but at the same time, was terrified. How did a marriage fit into the horrible things she had been seeing? How would she ever know if she became content with her current life?

"What's on your mind, Anna?"

"Maybe it's time I left."

"What?" Sal exclaimed, surprised. "Where will you go, what will you do?"

"I…I don't know. I just need to get away. This isn't my life."

"You left your old life, remember? I can't keep you here, but I thought things were getting better. I don't think it's a good idea to run away from your problems, but you can't go back to him. I won't let him hurt you again, and you won't press charges either."

"I appreciate everything, I really do. But…"

"Why don't you give it some more time? I know this isn't what you want your life to be, working in a diner. I know you're as smart as a whip, and one day you'll move on. Just give it a bit more time."

Sam nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Now, get to work," Sal ordered with a smile.

"Yes, sir."

Sal went back to his duties as head cook. He'd taken a chance and given this stranger a place to live and a job. So far, she hadn't disappointed. Her past was about as clear as the Mississippi, but she needed help, and he was glad to offer it. He'd taken a liking to her, and would affectionately call her Blue Eyes. Anna had to have the most stunning eyes he'd ever seen…

He heard her spouting more scientific terms to some students.

"Talented, this one. She'll move on to bigger and better things. Until then, take their orders, Anna!" he shouted out the window.

"Yes, sir."

"How many times have I told you not to call me sir! It's Sal."

He didn't want her to go back to her old life, and she wouldn't do anything about her abusive husband. She also couldn't move on, not yet. She didn't have the means to. The last thing he wanted was for Blue Eyes to end up on the street.

Shouts from the front of the restaurant caught his attention. From the sound of it, someone was trying to hold up his diner. He grabbed a meat tenderizer and sprinted towards the commotion.

By the time he arrived, he found two men unconscious on the floor and Anna with a gun in her hand.

"What just happened? Anna?"

She was apparently in shock. "I…I don't know."

"Name?"

"Anna."

"Anna what?"

Sam paused. Sal had taken her to the police station to give an account of what had taken place. She was on edge, to say the least. Her eyes scanned the officer's desk.

"Anna Hewlett."

She watched as the cop glanced down at his personal computer. Busted.

"Why don't you tell me your real name, Anna?"

"I don't want to cause a fuss, Detective Ryan. I'm just here to relay what happened at the diner. That's it. I fail to see what my full name has to do with any of it."

The officer sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Could I use your restroom for just a moment?" Sam wondered.

"Sure. Why not? It's right down that hall."

"Thank you, sir."

"Uh huh."

Sam hurried to the restroom, dead bolting the door behind her. She ran to the window. She groaned inwardly when she found it locked. Sam turned around and made her way back into the hall. She looked either way, checking for Ryan. All clear.

Sam saw the exit sign and headed for it. She opened the door, hoping to just slip out, but someone clearing their throat caught her attention. She turned slowly, her hopes dashed.

"Going somewhere, Ms. Hewlett?" Ryan asked, a disapproving look gracing his features.

Sam didn't reply. Busted. Again.

"For the last time, Anna, what is your real name?"

No response.

"Where did you learn the moves to take out those robbers?"

Still nothing.

"Anna. If you won't talk with me, perhaps you'd like to talk to someone else."

"No."

"Then talk to me. I've seen you at the diner almost everyday for weeks. You can trust me," he prodded gently.

"I…" How could she tell him? Her whole life the last three weeks had been a lie. She twisted the wedding ring around her finger. Maybe he could help her find the truth. "My name's not Anna. I don't even remember who I am," she said flatly.

"What?"

"Sir, before three weeks ago, I have no recollection of my life."

"Anna…seriously." Ryan didn't know what to believe. The woman in front of him didn't seem to be kidding. In fact, she looked on the verge of tears.

"Please, help me?"

"Sir. You need to see this," Walter Harriman announced, practically bounding into the room. "Sorry, sirs," he apologized, finding O'Neill with Landry. "But you will both want to see this." He handed over a recently received fax.

Landry grinned as he took in the information. He gave the paper to Jack. A smile broke across his face as well.

"Thank you, Walter, thank you! Hank, let's go!"

Walter and Landry exchanged a knowing look as Jack bounced out of the office.

"Listen, I am telling you to sell our remaining stock. Do not ask why. I have my reasons." Athena spun around as someone entered her office.

All she had to see was the picture on the bulletin. They'd hit pay dirt.

"So?" Sam asked apprehensively.

"We got a call. The U.S. Air Force has been looking for you. A General O'Neill is coming to pick you up. They'll be here soon. Why don't you grab a cup of coffee while you wait?" Ryan informed her, sitting at his desk.

Sam settled back into her seat. The U.S Air Force. General O'Neill. None of it rang a bell, but she felt better knowing someone had been wondering where she was. She hoped this General O'Neill could tell her what had been weighing on her mind. Something even more pressing than the desire to know her own name. She wanted to know who had given her the ring.