She followed the airman down the halls of the complex, not about to let anyone know how intimately acquainted with these corridors she was. They turned a corner, and it was as if she could see her father walking out of the room that the alternate Samantha had been in.

"Sir. General Hammond told me the news. I took the liberty of informing Major Kawalsky."

"Thank you…I was just on my way to do that." He said, obviously drained. She was curious to know what had exhausted his energy so much. She'd never seen him look so…old.

"I thought I'd drop in on, uh…Samantha…see how she's doing." She said, sensing that what bothered him had something to do with her alternate.

"She's fine. I think she'd rather be left alone at the moment. You should stop in tomorrow."

"Oh." She exclaimed softly. She had been right…something had transpired between Colonel O'Neill and her alternate self. "All right. Good night, sir." She finished, turning to leave.

"Carter?" She turned back toward him.

"Yes, sir?"

"How're you doing with this twin thing?"

"D'ya have a couple of hours?" She said with a half-hearted chuckle. There were so many things about this that stood her hair on end…no pun intended, she thought as she recalled the length of the alternate Samantha Carter's hair.

"Okay…" He said, clearly tapping into his deepest reserves of emotional energy to get ready to listen to her deepest darkest secrets.

"That was the answer." She said, now intensely curious to find out just what the other Samantha could have said to him that had him so…vulnerable.

"Oh…"

"Good night, sir." She said with a smile, brushing the exchange from her mind.

"Good night, Major." He whispered as he went the other way.

Grace walked into her new quarters. Sure enough, she recognized the room as one of the old VIP suites. "Thank you, airman." She said to the woman who had shown her to her room.

"You're welcome, Ma'am."

As the door closed, she looked over at the bed. Suddenly, she could see an alternate version of her mother, laying on her stomach, looking at a picture that adorned the nightstand.

"Just put it put it on the table and close the door on your way out."

"I'm sorry, put what on the table?" He asked, walking in.

"Jack. I'm sorry…come in. Your, uh, your Dr. Fraiser keeps insisting that I eat something."

"Ah…well, she's your Doc Fraiser now too…You're in. They said yes."

"That's good."

"Yeah, I can see you're overjoyed."

"I just never expected this…it's…it's so hard."

"Uh, look, I can't even begin to know what you've been through…I, uh…I know you've lost a lot, but…"

"I lost you. I watched you die, Jack. Three days ago, trying to defend the Mountain. And here you are, alive and safe in this perfect world…and you don't even know me."

"Well, I…I sort of know you."

"You know her…but you don't even see her that way, do you?" She looked at the photo lying unceremoniously on the nightstand, and he followed her gaze. She wore a white gown, his arms were around her, there were flowers in her hair and in her hands, and there were foolishly happy grins on both of their faces.

"I take it where you're from, we were…"

"Married." She said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Ah." He said, feeling immensely under qualified for this task.

"This makes you uncomfortable…"

"No…no…not at all…I just…I get confused…"

Grace bit her lip. At the rate she was having flashbacks, she would be fired by next week. She couldn't concentrate on her work. And while she knew Daniel wouldn't want to take any action, she knew that after a while, his superiors would demand it.

There was a quick knock at the door. "It's open." She called.

Daniel opened the door and she turned. "Hi."

"Hey, I, uh…I had some information for you."

She looked at him, somewhat surprised that this information had triggered a personal visit from the base director.

"I would have e-mailed it, but you don't have a base e-mail account yet."

She nodded.

"SG-1 is going with SG-6 to the Tok'ra homeworld in a week. I thought you might want to tag along."

She tried to smile confidently. "Sure."

"By then, we should have some BDUs all ready for you."

She nodded. "Is there a certain objective that I should keep in mind during my preparation for the trip?"

"We'll debrief on that at a later time. I'll be sending a memo in addition to an e-mail, which should be set up for you by tomorrow, by the way…so…"

"Thanks."

He studied her. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." She said, smiling a tight smile.

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Okay, you need anything…"

"I'll call." She said, as swiftly as her mother once had.

Daniel nodded. "Well…good night."