The next morning the two friends met in the cafeteria for their morning chow at 0530. As they made their way through line, picking their eggs, bacon, toast, fruit and coffee, Damien asked, "So Billy, how'd you sleep? Remember anything?"

"Nah," replied Billy somewhat grumpily, "just some weird dreams."

Sitting down at a table in the corner Damien said, "Do you remember anything specific from the dreams?" then after eating a few bites, "Wow! Have you tasted these eggs? They're really great. I wonder if they've got a new cook in. I wish we had time for seconds, but look how crowded it is suddenly. There must have been a memo about the great cooking."

Feeling crowded Billy frowned and said, "Come on we better head to Lynch's office."

Walking into the conference room, with five minutes to spare, the two found Colonel Lynch sitting at the head of the table with a cup of coffee and a notepad for each of them waiting. "I was hoping you two would be prompt as we have a lot of material to go through. First, I would like each of you to write down, in your own words, the order of events as you remember them, from the discovery of that cavern until you were ordered to report here yesterday morning. Remember to note who you may have discussed it with, and what in particular you discussed. After we go over those, making sure nothing has been left out, I'll let you have a lunch break before we dive into those personnel files to see if you can possibly identify who that might have been in the security cameras image, Mister Hunt."

Making his notes, Damien thought back to what Dr. Jackson had pointed out in the cavern, that it wasn't his fault that Dr. Frasier had died, and wondered if he should put that down also. Then he thought about how animated Dr. Jackson had been when pointing at the different symbols etched into the walls and wondered aloud, "Why would anyone have wanted to destroy the cave anyway. I mean only Dr. Jackson could read it and he had already done so as well as documented all the etchings. So what was the point of obliterating it now?"

"Who knows," moaned Billy as he scratched his head then shook it distractedly. Never good with paperwork, he kept erasing and rewriting his words and sentences. What seemed like days but was really only a couple of hours later, they got up, stretched and delivered their chronological observations to Colonel Lynch's Staff Sergeant's desk, who had already gone to lunch.

When Damien and Billy returned to the conference room after lunch, Colonel Lynch was on the phone with personnel. "Why haven't any of the files been brought to General Grier's conference room as I requested?"

"Sir, yes we could bring them up there as you requested but I don't believe you want us to set 2500 sometimes rather large files in front of you. We are in the process of implementing a new system, Sir. Most of the information in each person's files in this facility is stored in the computer database," was the disembodied reply.

"Well how do I access that then?" said an irritated Colonel Lynch.

"Sir, through any computer that is connected to the Base LAN, Sir. Once you log into the network with your password, Sir, then you type the words 'PERSONNEL DATABASE' into the address line it will bring up search engine. You can then narrow you search as you need, like eliminating, uhm, women, children or different ethnic group as well as arrival date."

"What about photos? We need to match a still from a security camera."

"Yes, Sir. Photos are included. You can program the search engine to give the results in photo only. Then it would just be a matter of cycling through however many photos are left. Pressing the info button under the photo will bring up the entire file, Sir"

"Thank you, Sergeant, you've been quite helpful. Now instead of the week I was thinking this was going to take, it might just be a couple of days at the most," said Colonel Lynch. Turning to Damien and Billy, "O.K. boys, let's see if I can figure this out. Hhmm, P, E, R," he mumbled to himself as he pecked out the letters on his keyboard. "Oh, yea, before I forget again, Gordon, you had a package come in the mail through the Stargate, care package I think. While I get this going, go ahead and get it. It's on my Sergeant's desk."

"Oh cool," said Damien, "I love care packages. I wonder if it's from my Grandpa."

While Damien went to fetch his package and the Colonel was navigating his way through the base network to the database, Billy sat and doodled on his notepad distractedly as he thought about his dreams of the night before. In his dream he had been wandering up and down dark empty corridors, at first he couldn't figure out why, then as caught his reflection off of a window pane set in a door and saw that he was in uniform with a flashlight out, Billy realized that he must be on patrol. When he had rounded the next corner, Billy found himself in front of a locked door which had the words DANGER - WARD D with ALL VISITORS CHECK IN WITH GUARD STATION BEFORE ENTERING below that. Just as he had swiped his pass card and the door started to open Billy had awoken. Frustrated with the memory, Billy ripped the page off of the notepad, crumpled it into a ball and threw it toward the trashcan, which happened to be across the doorway from him.

"Whoa, friendly fire," chuckled Damien walking through the door. Stooping to pick it up off the floor he said, "Looks like you missed though. Time to hit the target range again, huh?" Seeing that Billy was still in a bad mood, Damien shrugged and bent to open his package. "Hey look. It is from my Grandpa. He always sends the best stuff. Look Oreos." Damien pulled out five packages of the cookies and set them on the table. Then diving further into the box he pulled out several Sci-Fi magazines as well what looked like several CD cases and some Audio books. "I didn't know that there were new PERN books out, wow, it looks like Anne McCaffery's son is gonna carry on the family tradition and keep the PERN stories going. Cool," mumbled Damien reading the backs of the Audio books.

"Hey I didn't know you liked to read Anne McCaffery." questioned Billy. "There was a girl in high school who would read everything by her she could get her hands on, you know. She would even re-read them over and over if she couldn't find any new. I wonder what happened to her." said Billy. "Hhhmmm what was her name? Jamey something, I think. It started with an "S" I think, Salinger! Yeah that's it! Jamey Salinger."

"Did you say 'Jamey Salinger'?" asked Damien incredulously. "That's gotta be a coincidence, because I just met a 'Jamey Salinger'. She's-"

"Right behind you," said the tall red-headed woman in an Air Force uniform, who was walking through the door with a message in her hand. "Colonel, excuse me, but this just came in for you, Sir," she said as they promptly jumped out of the door way to let her through.

"Oh, thank you, Sergeant," said Colonel Lynch absentmindedly as he read the message.

"Hi, Billy, I haven't seen you since graduation. I'd ask you what you've been up to since then, but it's kind of obvious, isn't it?" Jamey said while the Colonel was occupied.

"Hey, Jamey, yeah long time no see, you know. Guess you've done well, what with being a Staff Sergeant already, you know," Billy replied to her, gesturing to the rank on her sleeve.

"Yeah, that, ha-ha, well you remember that I always did well in school and stuff, well I continued that in basic training and was the top of my class. They gave me an automatic promotion straight to Airman and then again to Airman First Class after the next school," she said modestly.

"Cool and congrats. I wish I had been better at studying, you know, but I just couldn't seem to stay focused."

"Well, I got to go back to work, maybe I'll catch up with you later," Jamey said as she noticed that the Colonel was done with the message. With a small wave, she left the room.

"Wow, you've got to be kidding me. I can already hear 'It's a small world' ringing in my head," Damien exclaimed.

"Hmm, O.K. if that's the way it gotta be than that's the way it is. Alright Airmen, Colonel Carter will be transmitting her findings via video teleconference first thing in the morning our time. She can't come in person because SG1 is preparing to leave on their mission to search for some Ancient device or another," Colonel Lynch told them when we finished the message.

"Hopefully we won't still be here and will find that match quickly or at least in time to get a good nights rest," said Damien brightly with a quick glance at Billy.

"Yeah and maybe I won't have such weird dreams," grumbled Billy sourly.

Hours later, and with eyes and necks aching from staring at a computer screen, all three stood and stretched, deciding that it was long past time for a break and left for the cafeteria for their evening chow. While eating Damien asked, "So how many do you think we have gone through now, Sir?"

"Well, I would say that we average 1 photo per minute, which would make that 60 per hour and we just spent the last 5 hours looking so that adds up to 300 so far. However even with our eliminating certain variables such as women and children, new arrivals and even the different ethnics we still had close to 1500 pictures to look through, meaning-"

"Meaning we still have almost 1200 to go, which means –" Damien interrupted.

"Which means," continued Colonel Lynch with a slight scowl at Damien, "that we need either to speed up or narrow our search a little more because we are looking at 20 more hours of this."

Billy groaned at that because he had been looking back and forth between them trying keep up with their math in his head. "Too bad we couldn't have a couple more people, you know, to look with more computers set up to review the pictures, Sir," he asked.

"Yes, more people would help, but we need to keep who knows about this to a minimum for now," replied the Colonel.

"What about people who already know, Sir?" asked Billy again, "you know, like your Sergeant and Captain Thomas?"

"Yeah, and if we had 5 people with their own screens to look at then we only got around 4 more hours and that is only worst case because we might find a match before then," stated Damien matter-of-factly.

"I can work with that idea, Gordon; I'll have Sgt. Salinger set up the conference room for 5 workstations, while I bring in Captain Thomas from his temporary base quarters, although I think he has been itching to acquire more people for his crew. Well that would just have to wait, because he already is involved with this," acknowledged Colonel Lynch as he left to organize everything needed.

"But it was my idea," complained Billy as he left.

"Sorry, Billy," Damien said as he noticed his friend's reaction. "I didn't know he was going to give me the credit."

"Well you didn't stop him or correct him either, did you?" replied Billy crankily.

"Jeez, Billy, didn't you see him just leave? I wasn't given even half a chance. You sure are in a bad mood today. I'll see you later. I'm gonna go get my package and take it to our barracks room, then I'll meet you back at Lynch's office." Then with a quick grin he stole one of Billy's cookies and took his tray to the kitchen and placed it into the sink.

Sitting there lost in his own thoughts, Billy didn't even notice as someone brushed past him. "Yeah, I know that Lynch wants us back to try to finish tonight so we can be ready for Colonel Carter's briefing in the morning." He said, not even realizing that Damien had left. Looking around the room for him, he was startled to find a piece of paper folded in half on his tray. Curiously, Billy opened the page to find 'SERIOUS REPERCUSSIONS ARE IN STORE IF YOU CONTINUE ON THIS COURSE' written in bold letters in the center of the paper.

Slowly, Billy rose and turned around, while holding paper in his hand. Seeing that no one was looking at him, he numbly reread the paper and then folded it and placed into his shirt pocket. Almost in shock, he also took his tray into the kitchen to be washed, but as he was entering the kitchen, the door swung straight into him slamming him almost comically into the adjoining wall, knocking him unconscious. Those still left in the cafeteria rushed to him to see if he was o.k. and unnoticed one hand reached into his shirt pocket and removed one piece of paper and quickly left.