"Hello, Emily," a man with frizzy black hair began. "How are you?"

She stared at him as he sat in the chair across from her. "Where's Doctor-"

"She's come down with the flu."

"Oh. Don't tell Rodney. He'll go into hypochondriac mode," she remarked with a laugh that quickly died when she noticed that he was writing something in his notebook instead of laughing. "So Doctor . . ."

"Vaultenstein."

Emily fought hard to suppress a laugh. Vaultenstein? "So Dr. Voltenstein, how are you going to start this exam?"

"Inkblots. I believe you've done these before."

"Yes. Come on, I have things to do."

The doctor raised an eyebrow. "I believe you were the one who asked for this."

"Well it doesn't mean I want to or will enjoy it."

"You seem a little hostile."

"You'd be too if you were in my situation.

He leaned forward a little bit. "And what would your position be?"

Emily let out a hard sigh. "Let's see. I can't remember most of my life, I'm trapped in a city filled with a bunch of . . . inferior beings, and people keep thinking something's wrong with me."

"And you feel that you're in perfectly fine?"

"Of coarse."

"Why do you think no one else thinks the same way?"

Emily slowly studied his expression. Voltenstein was riding the psychologist high horse. This man that no one knew existed was getting the cold-as-stone Ancient girl to open up. She hoped he was enjoying this. She sure as hell wasn't.

"I don't know. Maybe they're intimidated by me."

"Well you did throw a man, along with yourself, into the gate room and walked away."

"That was different."

"How so?"

She sighed. "I was feeling trapped. Four weeks trapped in the same place and being pumped for information nonstop will do that to you."

"Ah. So you feel as if you need to stretch your legs."

"Yeah. I need some time away from Atlantis."

"Why don't you request to go to the mainland?"

She shook her head. "No, I need off world time. I remember, back during the war with the wraith, they'd send us students to different planets every so often when it looked like things might get ugly."

"How much did that happen?"

Emily shrugged. "Every couple weeks. When it was safe, they would let us go onto the mainland for certain classes."

"So you think you're suffering from cabin fever?"

"You could call it that."

Voltenstein scribble something in his notebook before asking her if there was anything else. She shook her head.

"I'll look over my notes and tell Dr. Weir what I think."

"Okay."

They shook hands, said their goodbyes and Emily left.

Emily spent the rest of the day working with Rodney. It was an arduous task explaining to him how to soup up crystals. It took three hours to get him to understand how five of these super powered crystals could replace a ZPM for up to three days. What was worse was going through the process of how to refurbish used crystals. Part of the problem was on her part. Her mind wasn't all there. She kept thinking about the dream and what Weir would say. All she could do was sit and wait the day out.

"Hello, Emily. Sit down." Weir said with a smile when the Ancient girl entered the doctor's office.

"So what did Voltenstien say?" Emily asked almost immediately.

Weir folded her hands and leaned forward. "Congratulations, you're clear to go off world."

Emily fought to restrain herself, but she did let out a small smile. "Great. Who will I be going to P4X-579 with?"

"Sheppard's team. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 0900."

Emily nodded before making up some excuse in order to get out of there. The joy was ripping through her. All of the answers to her questions were on that planet. They were waiting for her. She knew it. What was even more thrilling was the fact that her act for Dr. Voltenstein had worked. She had pretended to open up to him. She made up the off world stuff. What idiot would believe that her people let their youth off the planet in the middle of a war? She let out a chuckle.

It had all worked out. Now it was time to celebrate. With a wide smile, she turned her sites to the mess hall. A quick bite then she'd give that Marine the flying lesson she had promised. He really did need help with his evasive maneuvers. He'd never outfly a wraith his puddle jumper skills.