A/N: I'm sure there are loose ends I'm forgetting, but I think this wraps most of it up. Enjoy!

Epilogue

Twelve hours later, an odd assembly of people gathered in the SGC's main conference room. In addition to Sha're and the members of SG-1, General Hammond and Dr. Brightman sat around the large, wooden table, gazing quietly at their assembled offworld guests. Bett had decided to stay and learn more about the world she'd heard so much about from Sam and Jack, and Thor had finally materialized earlier that morning. Now, as they all sat in companionable silence, it was obvious that alliances had been formed which were beneficial to everyone involved.

Breaking the stillness, General Hammond rose from his seat. Looking to the blue-skinned woman across the table, he smiled wryly. "I normally pride myself on greeting guests with their proper, official titles. However, I hope you're not offended that I've not yet mastered your full name, Bett."

She chuckled, filling the room with a melodic, tinkling sound. "I will not be offended," she said warmly, "so long as you are not offended with my clumsy understanding of your ranking system." Bett had earlier listened patiently to Sam's explanation of military ranks, but was still not quite clear on the rank equivalencies between the various service branches, or the different grades of ranking officers. "I'm still struggling to learn the subtleties."

Hammond smiled. "Don't worry," he reassured her, "there are plenty of people on this planet who don't understand them, either.'' Gazing at the doorway, his face grew somewhat pinched. "We'll get underway in just a moment," he said quietly. "We're just waiting for one more person."

In his seat next to Hammond, Jack furrowed his brow. "Really? Who's missing?"

Right on cue, the smug, suit-clad figure of Richard Woolsey appeared in the entrance. "I apologize for the delay," he said crisply, "But I was detained by your security personnel while a DNA scan was done." His eyes shone with displeasure as he glared directly at Jack, clearly indicating he knew where that particular order had originated.

For his part, Jack just smiled. "C'mon, Dick. Can't be too careful with all those mimic devices running around." His brown eyes sparkled innocently. "You wouldn't want us to compromise base security, would you?"

Woolsey didn't say a word, but sat down stiffly in an empty seat.

Clearing his throat, Hammond seemed ready to get down to business. "This is Mr. Richard Woolsey, here on behalf of a civilian intelligence agency called the NID. He has joined us today for a discussion of the relationship between Earth and its new allies in the galaxy." Looking at Bett's delicate features, he smiled warmly. "We owe several debts of gratitude to Bett and her people. Apparently, she has personally stepped in to save the lives of our people on more than one occasion. For that, we cannot ever hope to repay her."

Bett waved his thanks away casually. "Think not of repayment," she said. "In our millennia of self-imposed isolation, the presence of Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter on our planet was a much-needed breath of fresh air." Suddenly, she smiled wryly. "I suppose I should refer to them as General and Colonel O'Neill, now."

Sam smirked. "I wouldn't worry about it," she said dryly. "There are people in this very room who still use my maiden name on a regular basis." Staring pointedly across the table to her husband, she made no effort to hide who her comment was aimed at.

Jack didn't look remotely unsettled. "Habit," he said with an unapologetic shrug.

Eyes glimmering with spirit, Sam slowly turned to Woolsey. "General O'Neill never uses my married name," she explained. "Which is why, when he called me 'O'Neill' in his office that day, I knew something was very wrong." Her smile, more a bearing of teeth than an expression of pleasure, never really reached her eyes. "Call it a soldier's intuition."

Looking somewhat perturbed by her comments, Woolsey sniffed disdainfully. "Yes, well, on paper it sounded ridiculous."

Jack eyed him sharply. "On paper, most of what we do here sounds ridiculous. In fact," he said, looking around, "I dare youto describe the occupants of this room in a report without sounding ridiculous." Pausing for effect, he cleared his throat and pretended to jot notes down on the legal pad in front of him. "…large alien warrior with an empty Goa'uld-motel in his belly…" He scribbled a few more notes. "… little grey guy with a really big brain… and a woman resembling a windblown, overgrown smurf." Smiling, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy the look of displeasure on Woolsey's face.

Across the table, Bett leaned close to Sam and whispered, "Dare I ask what a 'smurf' is?"

Smothering a laugh, Sam shook her head. "Probably not. But I'll fill you in later."

Trying to steer the conversation back to neutral territory, Hammond cleared his throat a second time. "As I was saying," he said forcefully, "we are exceptionally pleased to have made a new ally in the universe. We understand Bett's reluctance to share her people's technology, but we sincerely hope we can continue to have a relationship with them, in spite of their protective instincts."

Bett nodded. "We, too, are exceedingly glad to have forged this friendship. After Jack and Samantha left our planet six years ago, my people began a long discussion about our solitary ways. Their presence in our society reminded us on how much we were missing by closing ourselves off from other worlds. As a people which prides itself on art, culture, and new ideas, it was suddenly clear that we had stunted our own growth by dedicating ourselves solely to protecting the Ring."

Across the table, Jack raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I don't know. You guys have amazing taste in bathrooms." When more than a few people in the room looked at him oddly – not the least of all his wife – he merely shrugged. They really did have fantastic bathrooms.

Smiling at Jack's offbeat sense of humor, Bett continued to address the room. "On behalf of my people, I have decided to start a journey of exploration through the stargate system. For millennia, we have worried that exposing our race could lead to conflict or strife in the galaxy, because of our knowledge of the Ring. However, most of that decision was based on the assumption that we had the only working Ring in the galaxy. Now that two others have been found in an extremely short period of time, I can only assume that there are many others still undiscovered in our universe. As the Rings' self-appointed protectors, my race would feel negligent if we did not actively engage in searching for them. And so, as an ambassador of my people, I will start combing the universe for more of these devices in the hopes that this technology never falls into evil hands."

General Hammond nodded soberly. "For that, we are very grateful. If there is any way we can assist you, please do not hesitate to ask."

Bett chuckled musically. "I'm glad you have offered," she said candidly. "For I am afraid I have no idea where to start looking!"

Jack shrugged. "You might want to start by having a look at P3X-812. The area around the Ring there is very similar to the ruins on your planet's surface. Maybe there are other clues to be found there."

Sam shook her head, smiling wryly. "Well, at least we now know what your psychic abilities were all about," she said with a chuckle. At Bett's confused look, she explained quickly. "Jack has been having odd flashes of intuition, mostly in connection to the Ring, for quite some time now. We had no idea how he could know so much. Now, it's pretty obvious some of his memories from our time on your planet were bleeding through."

Unexpectedly, Thor's voice chimed in at that point. "I'm afraid we are responsible for that," he said apologetically, inclining his head slightly toward Bett. "Several years ago, O'Neill had the entire Ancient database downloaded into his brain. When we erased the data, I fear we damaged the memory alterations you performed."

Bett looked puzzled. "But, didn't General O'Neill have the Ancient data erased before he came to my planet?"

Daniel's mouth quirked into a half-smile as he intercepted the question. "The first time, yes."

Bett's eyes widened as she turned to Jack. "You've had the entire Ancient database downloaded into your head twice?"

Jack shrugged. "Eh, who's counting?"

Bett shook her head slowly. "Well, I suppose that would account for the anomaly. And, all things considered, it turned out to be a blessing in the long run," she said, smiling warmly at Sha're.

Sha're nodded graciously. "I am very fortunate, both for the error and for your willingness to help when Jack contacted you."

Bett waved a hand. "Think nothing of it," she insisted. "As guardians of the Ring technology, we were pleased to help."

Across the table, Jack noticed a thoughtful look settle on his wife's face. "Carter, what'cha thinking?" Typically, when Sam had bursts of intuition, they were worth listening to.

Sam's face instantly reddened, embarrassed at being singled out in front of the large group. "It's nothing, really." Seeing that nobody was very satisfied with that explanation, she shifted awkwardly in her seat and looked at Bett with an uncomfortable smile. "I was just thinking that you remind me of someone."

Bett's face grew thoughtful. "Perhaps your species is not a good candidate for memory reprogramming with the Ring. It is possible that your memories are also bleeding through."

Sam shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that," she said immediately. "It's just," she flushed as she continued, "you look a lot like another species we've encountered."

Jack's eyebrows shot up. "Really? Who?"

Sam shrugged self-consciously. "Don't you think they resemble the Nox? Something about the tinted skin and fluffy hair just reminds me of them."

Beside her, Sam's words had a rather unexpected effect on Bett. Her grey eyes widened and she openly gaped at the other woman. "The Nox are my people's ancient ancestors," she said quietly. "It is through our familial ties with the Nox that we are allied with the Asgard. I was not aware you were acquainted with them."

Daniel smiled. "They're an amazing race."

Bett looked flabbergasted. "It has been many millennia since we last had contact with The Nox. It is good to know their culture still flourishes."

Thor looked at her curiously. "Surely you were aware that the Asgard still have many ties with the Nox. I could have arranged a meeting with them, had you asked. I still can, should you desire it."

For her part, Bett looked almost embarrassed. "I was not sure they would welcome such a meeting. We did, after all, choose to leave their homeworld in pursuit of the Ring technology."

Thor's unblinking eyes regarded her steadily. "In my experience, the Nox have welcomed all who come to them with peaceful intentions."

Across the table, Jack nodded. "Heck, they even like us."

Bett looked overwhelmed, but pleased. "Then they shall be the first stop on my journey." Looking around the room, she smiled warmly. "This has been a most beneficial meeting."

The happy mood in the room was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly. "Well, I'm glad you've found your long-lost relatives, but we do still have further matters to discuss." Woolsey's voice grated like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Sensing his abrasive attitude, Bett regarded him coolly – an action made all the more effective by her pale blue skin tone. "What are your concerns, Mr. Woolsey?"

Not looking especially impressed or unsettled, Woolsey spoke in his trademark dispassionate, nasal whine. "Clearly, your civilization has made itself the self-appointed guardian of Ring technology. However, as a representative of the citizens of this planet, I am here to formally inform you that any interference in our investigation of this technology would be considered an act of aggression. Since the device was found on this planet, it is rightfully ours to explore."

Jack's eyes had narrowed dangerously during the course of Woolsey's tirade. As he opened his mouth to issue his own, loud and uncensored opinion, he was cut off by the brisk words of his wife.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Woolsey, our Key was damaged beyond repair during the procedure which healed Sha're. Since it is useless to us, we have already donated it to Bett's people for research, since they clearly have a better understanding of the technology than anyone on this planet." Sam eyed the lawyer coldly as she spoke.

Woolsey bristled with indignation. "Who gave you the authority to do that?"

Jack smiled. "Our head of Homeworld Security," he replied, gesturing smugly toward General Hammond. "He decided it was in Earth's best interest to further our alliance with Bett's people, especially since the device was useless to us."

Woolsey's eyes narrowed. "In the future," he said tightly, "I would think decisions of that magnitude would only be made with members of the NID present for deliberations."

Hammond spoke sternly. "There were no deliberations. An immediate, military decision was required, and I made it."

Huffing, the lawyer looked annoyed, but not defeated. "Well, at least we still have the device from P3X-812 to study."

Jack smiled. "Yeah… About that…"

Woolsey rounded on him. "What about that?"

He shrugged. "It seems the device was lost in transit to Area 51."

The other man's eyes sharpened with knife-like intensity. "It had better be found in short order," he said threateningly.

Jack regarded him darkly. "Surely, you're not implying I had anything to do with its misplacement? After all, rogue NID agents have accidentally misplaced dozens of pieces of technology. I think it's far more likely that a member of your organization has the cylinder than anyone from the SGC. Maybe you'd better do some housecleaning, Dick."

Woolsey's enraged face didn't shift an inch. "For someone who's just lost track of the single most important discovery to be made on our planet since the stargate, you certainly don't sound very upset." His accusing tone spoke volumes about his beliefs.

Jack shrugged. "Maybe that's because I'm wise enough to know that all the technology in the universe is worthless without allies to support and inform us. I'm certain, should need for Ring technology arise, our new friends on Bett's planet would be available to guide us."

Glaring at each of the others in the room, Woolsey rose from his chair stiffly. "Then I have no reason to participate in this meeting."

Grinning evilly, Jack didn't look remotely disturbed by the statement. "Don't let the door hit you in the–"

Cutting him off before he could insult the man further, Hammond spoke crisply. "Mr. Woolsey, I'm sure we'll be hearing from you sooner than later. Until then, you can rest assured that our world is safer for the addition of its new ally."

Wordlessly, Woolsey stormed from the room, unappeased by Hammond's effort at diplomacy.

Jack smiled. "Gee, I'm really sorry he had to leave like that."

Across the table, Bett suppressed a smile. "Yes. A shame," she said, not sounding at all sincere.

Rolling his eyes at his subordinates' new partner in crime, Hammond nonetheless looked fairly cheerful himself. "In any event," he said to Bett, "We are most appreciative of your help in this matter. If there is anything else we can do for you, please name it."

Bett's eyes sparkled. "Well, actually, there is one thing…"

Glancing around the familiar tiled cavern, Jack shifted nervously in his very comfortable seat. At their newest ally's official request, he'd agreed to become Earth's Ambassador to Bett's planet – what else could he do? – but diplomatic missions had never sat very well with him. Especially when he had no idea where his wife had been spirited off to.

They'd arrived on Bett's planet hours ago via Asgard ship. Bett knew all about their "loss" of the cylinder, and approved whole-heartedly. So long as they cylinder remained safely tucked away in Teal'c's hiding place, it was protected from misuse by unscrupulous NID agents or careless SGC scientists. Still, by keeping the cylinder, they had an emergency plan for getting in touch with Bett's people should the need arise. Of course, since the Ring was now publicly out-of-commission, the Asgard remained their only official mode of transport to the isolated volcanic planet.

Trying not to fidget, Jack forced his mind to more pleasant thoughts of the previous afternoon. After their official meeting at the SGC, he'd arranged to have Bett and Thor beamed to his and Sam's new, suburban house for a home-cooked meal. Picturing the look on Thor's face at the sight of smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, Jack smiled in spite of himself.

Entertaining aliens was always… well… entertaining.

Bett, on the other hand, had thoroughly enjoyed the meal. She'd been especially tickled to meet the twins. Apparently, her own people had a very low birth rate, due to their long life-spans. Children were rare enough on her planet. Twins were nearly unheard of.

Sam and Jack had spent much of the evening explaining their family history to the woman. Thor, of course, was familiar with the story, but nonetheless seemed fascinated to hear it retold. Apparently, nothing so bizarre and accidental ever happened amongst the Asgard – especially since they no longer reproduced by the, er, standard method.

Bett had been charmed by the tale, but completely unsurprised by the ultimate outcome. Being away from the SGC and its ever-present surveillance, she felt comfortable in discussing Sam and Jack's time on her planet openly. She remarked that she'd never seen two people more affectionate with one another in the entirety of her very long life.

It was funny, really. The only people in the universe who knew about the relationship he and Sam had shared on the volcanic planet were both aliens – though he sometimes got the feeling that Daniel and Teal'c both suspected it. Of course, he reassured himself, they couldn't know anything with certainty, since no evidence of their affair had survived. Even his own memories of that time had been erased for years.

In the days since Sha're had been healed, Jack had finally had time to digest the wave of images and feelings that he'd been bombarded with on his anniversary. Smiling to himself even now, he was exceptionally glad to have that part of his life back inside his head. He liked to think that he and Sam would have eventually gotten their act together, even without their run-in with the Colonists and their Ka'Shaak. It was reassuring to know that they had, indeed, given into their powerful feelings for one another at one time. He no longer doubted that, even without the intervention of Fate, his wife would have eventually kicked Shanahan's sorry ass to the curb and made her way back to the man she was meant to be with.

Either that, or Jack would have shipped the smarmy bastard to some unmapped jungle planet on the galaxy's far reaches for all eternity.

Yeah… Maybe it was best things had worked out the way they did.

Suddenly, Jack was pulled from his musings by the gentle whirring sound of the chamber's door opening. Looking up, he was relieved to see his lovely wife walking into the room holding a small cardboard shipping box. "There you are," he said affectionately. "I was wondering if they'd whisked you off to be cloned or something."

Sam smiled at her husband's offbeat humor. "As much as I'm sure you'd love having two of me around, it was nothing that dramatic. Bett just had a few things to give me."

Looking at the box curiously, Jack raised his eyebrows. "What, like documents?"

She shook her head. "Nope." Putting the box down on a nearby table, she stepped over to her husband and sat down on his lap. "Like my memories of what really happened on this planet six years ago." Smiling warmly at him, she leaned close and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "And, for the record, you're right. They really do have amazing bathrooms here."

As she closed in to give him a second, decidedly more passionate kiss, Jack was overwhelmed by memories of their last night together on this planet all those years ago. They'd been so in love, so glad to be alive, and so terrified of what the future would bring for their relationship. It had been a bittersweet experience, and one that Sam hadn't remembered on the anniversary of his death, because it had been locked away with all the other memories of Bett's people. Holding her now, he could sense the deep emotions stirred by those memories. Pulling away slightly, he looked into her eyes and ran a tender hand down her cheek. "We really had no idea how this was all going to turn out."

She shook her head slightly. "No, we didn't. Now, however, I'd have to say it all turned out pretty spectacularly." She gazed at him lovingly. "Wouldn't you?"

He smiled, brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "So far, so good. Though, I was just thinking…" he trailed off, placing soft, wet kisses along her jawline.

Shivering at the delightful sensation, Sam smiled and closed her eyes. "You were thinking?" she replied, automatically leaping at the chance to tease him.

Pausing in his delicate pursuit, he drew away and leveled a dry stare at her. When her blue eyes popped open, she laughed in spite of herself. "I'm sorry," she said, sounding but less than sincere, "but I couldn't help myself." When his gaze remained unchanged, she schooled her features into a more serious expression. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Tell me, dear, what, exactly, you were thinking."

Smiling at their familiar, easy banter, Jack immediately returned to the task of seducing his wife. Nibbling gently on her earlobe, his next words were issued in a husky murmur. "I was just thinking that Janelle and Jonathan might really like a little brother or sister for their next birthday…"

Sam's face transformed into a happy smile. Closing her eyes once again, she tilted her head to the side and allowed him better access to the sensitive skin on the side of her neck. "How about that?" she sighed dreamily. "Apparently, you really are psychic, because I think you just read my mind."

Back on Earth, Teal'c, Daniel, and Sha're sat in front of the television in the living room of the newlyweds' tastefully decorated home. Opening a box of pizza fresh from the delivery truck, Daniel smiled contentedly. "It doesn't get much better than this," he said with a satisfied sigh.

Teal'c reached into the box and took a steaming slice with his trademark half-smile. "Indeed," he said warmly.

Beside her husband, Sha're looked from one man to the other with amusement. "I'm pleased you are both in such good moods this evening, though I'm not sure I understand what we're celebrating." Clearly, the presence of pizza and beer, combined with the contagious smiles on both men's faces, marked the occasion as an official celebration of… something.

Daniel's smile broadened into a grin. "Teal'c and I are congratulating ourselves on a job well-done, that's all."

Sha're looked at him curiously. "A job well done? Just what did your job entail?"

Sharing a silent look with the Jaffa, the two men apparently agreed to let Daniel's wife in on their secret. "Well," Daniel explained slowly, "six years ago, when Sam and Jack were stranded on Bett's planet, they had a little… um…" He trailed off delicately, flushing in embarrassment.

Sha're's eyes sparked as she helpfully supplied an appropriate word. "Fun?" Her playful attitude made it clear she had a pretty good idea of what Daniel was trying to communicate.

Hearing his wife's suggestive tone, Daniel smiled and nodded. "Of course, when they finally returned, no one had any idea that they'd…" he stopped, searching for words again.

Sha're finished his thought smoothly. "… gotten to know each other so well?"

Daniel chuckled. "Right. Anyway, right after they got back, Teal'c and I discovered some, uh, evidence of what had really happened on the planet." Seeing his wife's eyebrows shoot up, he rushed to explain. "Nothing too racy, I promise. Just a rather suggestive audio recording." He looked at Teal'c for a moment. "Of course, there were also the thermal images we'd taken of their tent, which showed a rather cozy single spot of heat instead of two separate warm bodies."

As the large warrior smiled at the memory, Sha're laughed in delight. "So, you two knew about their affair all this time?"

Looking back at his wife, Daniel nodded. "Yes. And, ironically, we were the only ones who knew – aside from Bett, of course. Teal'c and I assumed that Sam and Jack were being noble and had decided to pretend their relationship hadn't changed – which, in a sense they had. However, after talking to Bett yesterday, I discovered that they'd gone about forgetting their time together in a rather unique way." He looked at his wife pointedly. "It seems that memories of Bett's people weren't the only things erased from Sam and Jack's minds."

Sha're's eyes widened. "Memories of their newly forged relationship were purged, as well." It was a statement, not a question. "They must have felt that sacrificing their feelings was preferable to having them interfere with their ongoing mission to destroy the Goa'uld."

Daniel nodded. "This is where things get really interesting. Apparently, Bett was able to permanently erase any reference to her people from their minds, while leaving a doorway for them to remember their affair at some point in the future. Sam and Jack requested to have those memories return one year after the marriage or death of either of them." Leaning forward, Daniel's eyes glinted with amusement. "And Sam's programming went off without a hitch. One year after Jack 'died' in the Ring accident, she recovered her memories of their time together. But, per Bett's encoding, Sam thought it had been the Asgard who'd repressed her memories."

Sha're's jaw dropped. "And Jack did not get his memories back at that time because the conditions in his brain had not yet been met."

Daniel smiled. "Now you understand how complex this whole thing is. See, everyone at the SGC assumes that Jack's memory returned because his subconscious brain understood how important those memories were to your survival."

Eyes widening, Sha're looked from Daniel to Teal'c and back again. "This is not the case?" she asked expectantly.

Daniel shook his head. "Nope. It turns out you just happened to be on death's doorstep exactly one year after Jack said his vows to Sam on the Colonial Planet."

Sha're looked stunned. "My goodness," she said faintly, realizing how close she'd come to dying. "Fate has surely smiled on us, Daniel."

Reaching over, he brushed a lock of hair from her lovely, olive-skinned face. "No kidding," he agreed softly.

She smiled at the tender look in his eyes. "So this is why we celebrate?"

Chuckling, Daniel had the good grace to look somewhat embarrassed. "Well, that's part of it." Glancing back at Teal'c, the two men shared another smile. "The rest of it is that, after hearing the whole story, Teal'c and I came clean to Bett about our knowledge of their earlier relationship." He grinned. "Turns out, she's got almost as warped a sense of humor as Jack."

Sha're's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Daniel," she said, sounding both amused and admonishing at the same time, "what did you do to our friends?"

Daniel's eyes sparkled. "Nothing terrible," he hedged with a smile.

Teal'c finally came clean. "We sent a copy of the thermal images and audio tape with Bett when she returned home yesterday." His normally stoic expression took on a decidedly satisfied cast.

Daniel laughed aloud. "She said she'd give Sam and Jack our little gift at an opportune moment." He sat back with a satisfied look of his own. "Of course, we included a little message for them."

Groaning, Sha're covered her face in her hands. "Daniel," her tone was touched with mortification, "you will embarrass them both horribly when they find out all you have known and kept secret for the past six years."

Looking totally unapologetic, Daniel just smiled. "Yep," he said matter-of-factly.

Glancing from between her fingers, Sha're met his dancing blue eyes gingerly. "Dare I ask about the rest of your message?"

Daniel's impish grin was less than reassuring.

Halfway across the galaxy, Jack padded across the sitting room of his guest suite, wearing nothing more than a towel. After spending the better part of the evening becoming reacquainted with their fantastic bathing chamber, Sam and he had decided to retire to their bedroom for a little sleep.

Or… whatever.

As he walked through the sitting area, however, the sight of a small, cardboard shipping container caught his eye. "Hey Sam," he called out to the bedroom, where his wife was currently sliding beneath the sheets. "What's in the box?"

Sam's voice replied drowsily, "I'm not sure. Bett said it was from Daniel and Teal'c."

Jack regarded the box curiously. "Mind if I open in?"

"Knock yourself out," she called back with a yawn.

Smiling at the satisfied exhaustion he heard in her tone, Jack walked over to the box, dropped down into a chair, and pulled off the packing tape. Opening the carton, he was startled by the first thing he saw. It was a note, clearly written in Daniel's rushed, spidery handwriting.

Jack,

Don't worry. I packed this myself.

Daniel

With a sinking feeling in his gut, Jack carefully removed the contents of the box and laid each item inside on the table beside it. When he was finished, there were three items staring up at him.

The first was a manila envelope.

The second was an audio-cassette-recorder.

And the third was a giant, economy-sized box of condoms.

"Sam, honey," he called out weakly, "I think you'd better come take a look at this…"

A/N: Well, folks, that's all she wrote! Hope you enjoyed it!