The day after the arrival of the tok'ra, Sam, Martouf, Jacob and Garshaw took an early flight to visit Mark. "So remind me again why my dad and his girlfriend, and my sister and her girlfriend felt the need to come see us during Halloween, you guys couldn't wait 'til Christmas?" Mark joked as he hugged his father and sister.

"Well first of all, I'm so glad you're happy to see us. Second, we weren't sure when the next opportunity to come visit was. It's about damn time you guys met. Mark, this is Yosuf Garshaw, my girlfriend, this is my son." He said proudly.

"It's a pleasure meeting you. It's good to know the old man hasn't completely lost his touch."

"Like-wise Mark, you're father has told us…me so much about you." Mark hadn't caught Yosuf's little mistake, his eyes wandered to his sister and her guest. He couldn't help but laugh at the bemused look on Martouf's face when the fake skeleton on the door seemed to talk to him. "Mwa-ha-ha, Happy Halloween!"

"Heh, sorry, I know it's really cheesy, but the kids wanted it. So what about you sis, what's you're excuse?"

"Uhm… I missed you and wanted to come see you?"

"Liar."

"Prove it."

"You just wanted to barrow the kids so you'd have an excuse to go trick-or-treating ya big baby." Martouf laughed as he witness the childish exchange between the two.

"Samantha, what is the purpose for wearing such unusual disguises?" Martouf asked as Sam placed a pirate hat on his head.

"Because Martouf, Halloween is the one holiday where you can pretend to be anyone else other than yourself."

"Are you so displeased with you're life that you must resort to pretending to be someone other than yourself?"

"Well… no, but that's not the point. Sometimes it's nice to pretend to be someone else. It's liberating. No one can judge you." I see, as he tried on yet another ridiculous piece of attire.

Garshaw/Yosuf at least seemed to be having a much better time.

"And what is the significance of approaching complete strangers and asking for chocolate?"

"It's the point of being a kid, its fun."

"Samantha, you are no longer a child." He stated.

"So?" she shrugged, "it's still fun."

Martouf walked through the dark streets, his hand tightly gripping the blonde little five year old fairy that was skipping beside him. He had to admit, this trick-or-treating was indeed quite fun.

"Uhmm… hey guys you think you can slow down a bit? These shoes are killing me." Sam complained as she limped along the way.

"Auntie Sam, if we don't keep moving all the good candy will be gone." Whined her niece. "Uncle Martouf, can you carry me pwease?"

"Of course, Haley," he smiled.

"No, call me Tinkerbelle, 'cause that's who I'm supposed to be."

"Of course, Tinkerbelle" he said, as he proceeded to place her over his shoulder. "Samantha, will you not come join us," he looked back.

"I'm getting there, could you guys just slow down a little?"

"You should've thought about that before putting on those shoes kiddo." Jacob joked.

"Haha, funny Dad… Come on you guys seriously wait up…"

The week had passed, it was now time for the four members of the Tok'ra to return to their home world. They waited at the bottom of the ramp as the sergeant began the dialing sequence.

"I take it you're experience with Halloween was as most entertaining?" Larran asked Martouf.

"It was, I did not expect a holiday so focused on the young to be enjoyable even to someone as old as I." Martouf answered.

"So what'd you guys do?" asked Jacob.

"Oh, we were arrested." Larran responded prior to crossing the event horizon. Jacob stopped short in his tracks, causing Martouf to bump into him in the most cumbersome manner.