"What do you want, Sheppard?" Emily demanded as she whacked a golf ball into the ocean surrounding the city.

"I want to know what happened to day," he replied.

"Yeah, well get in line. Do you know how many people have asked me today?"

"I can imagine," he began as he walked towards her. "Hey, I didn't know you liked to play."

She sent another ball sailing into the horizon. "Actually, I just started to day."

"Wow you're pretty good," Sheppard remarked as he stood next to her. "You mind if I take a few swings?"

Emily sent another ball flying. "Go ahead. I'm not stopping you." She tossed him the driver she was using.

Sheppard carefully set up the tee before looking back up at Emily. "How far do you think I can hit this?"

She shrugged. "It depends on the wind."

"Yeah . . . I'm guessing about half a mile," he replied, staring blankly into the sea.

"If you say so."

With one smooth hit, Sheppard sent it flying into the ocean where it landed a quarter of a mile away.

"Nice job," Emily replied while rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I was close."

"But you didn't make it."

"I bet I could."

"How much?" Emily asked with a smile.

"What?"

"You bet that you could so I'm taking you up on it."

"It's a figure of speech!" he replied with indignation.

"Fine, if u think you're too weak . . ."

"I'm not weak."

"Then why don't you want to make a bet?"

"Well . . . you don't have anything to bet."

"I can answer your question if you make it."

"And if I don't?"

She shrugged. "You leave me alone and tell Dr. Weir where to shove her quest for information."

"Seems like you get a better deal."

"Actually, no. You'll get an honest answer out of me."

Sheppard contemplated this for a few seconds before answering. "Okay. We have a deal."

Emily smiled. "Good. Take your shot."

He set up the tee and went through the process any golfer would do before attempting to get a hole in one. After a deep breath he went into his backswing and –

"ZELENKA, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Emily suddenly screeched, reflexively switching into Ancient.

The driver missed the ball and flew over the edge, hitting the ground with an echoing thunk. Sheppard spun around to see Emily backing Zelenka out of the door, steam almost curling out of her nostrils.

"Emily . . ." Sheppard said as he glided over to her.

"Stay out of this, Sheppard. I have a bone to pick with my good friend here."

Quickly she switched to Czech. She didn't want Sheppard understanding what she said.

"You betrayed me, you son of a bitch. You tore my trust in two. Because of you, Faulner's dead. His blood is on your hands, Zelenka! Go pray to your god for forgiveness because neither his family nor I will ever forgive you. You're dead to me Zelenka. I trusted you and you had to go tear it to shreds."

With that, she turned away from him with a sneer and began her march to her room on the other side of the city. Zelenka's jaw was clenched as he stared blankly at her retreating form. Sheppard slowly approached him.

"What just happened?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Zelenka swallowed hard. "I . . . I'd rather not talk about it right now."

With that, the scientist walked out of the room leaving Sheppard alone and utterly confused.