"Did you learn anything about him last night?" Michael asked from the passenger seat.

Howard shook his head, "I didn't really have the opportunity to ask. While we were at the bar he asked me about how we tracked him to Colorado and what I've been up to. I had figured I'd wait to ask details until he knew about you so he wouldn't have to repeat himself."

Michael nodded.

"He did refer to the others as his teammates and that they were protective of one another. So I guess that they're all Air Force too. Probably why everyone thought it was interesting your Dad was a pilot." Howard commented while still driving.

Michael thought back to his conversations with the unique group last night, "I'm not so sure, Daniel asked me if I had ever been to any archaeology conferences and Jack mentioned Sam was an astro physicist."

Howard shrugged, "I don't know then. May be he meant softball team. I just got the sense they were close."

"Yeah, maybe." He looked down at the folder in his hands, "He also said he was still on East Coast time. How great would it be if we hit it off and it turns out he doesn't live far? I brought pictures of the family, I'd love for my girls to have an uncle."

"Yeah." Howard agreed softly.

"What was that?" Michael picked up on Howard's hesitant tone.

"Just..." Howard shifted in his seat. "Don't get your hopes up of some joyous family reunion. Yes, Jack is your brother. But he has lived a very different life that we know nothing about. I've seen what happens to kids who bounce from foster home to foster home. I've seen the kind of adults many of them turn into when they run away and live on the street. I'm not saying all people but I'm telling you I know the type of home Jack was in, I was there too. I don't know what would have become of me had I not gotten out of there. Jack was already a rough little kid by the time I knew him. It was good because he was able to act as my protector and I owe him a lot and want the best just like you do...but I just don't want you to be disappointed if he turns out to be the kind of guy you don't want hanging around your family."

Michael rolled his eyes but said nothing, just looked out the window, scanning the parking lot as they pulled into the diner.

Jack was already there in dark sunglasses and leaning against a large, green, pick up truck, fiddling with his watch.

Michael glanced at Howard then back at the man who was his brother and made sure the photo of his daughters was in his pocket before they got out of the truck.

"Morning." Jack nodded a greeting to the two men.

They returned the greeting and the trio stood in a small circle for an awkward moment until Jack indicated the door of the diner, "Shall we?"

They were about to go inside when Michael stopped them, "Did you hear that?"

Everyone fell silent, listening, until there it was again.

"Is that?" Howard asked.

"A baby crying..." Michael confirmed.

Jack shrugged and released his grip from the door handle and began to walk to the brush behind the building for the source of the noise.

"Oh crap..." he realized a moment too late and the world went black.

Howard blinked quickly, he had a pounding headache and felt slightly nauseous. His limbs felt heavy as he pushed himself up. "What..."

He looked around but Jack and Michael were nowhere to be found. He glanced back to the parking lot where his rental car still sat next to Jack's truck. He scrambled into the diner.

They were nowhere to be found.

The O'Neill brothers had vanished