"Jack."
"Don't say it, Sam."
"We are lost."
"We are not lost. I just don't know where we are right now."
"Means we are lost" she smiled.
"No, we are not. I have an amazing sence of direction."
"And is that a reason why you always get lost in DC?"
Jack grinned "Are you enjoying this?"
"A little" Sam admitted, taking his hand "come on. Willy ou ego survive if I lead us into place?"
"I'll learn to live with it" he smiled a little "just get us out of here, please:"