"Are you sure about this?" Jack asked after they'd gotten Grace calmed down enough to take her home, dropped her off at her home, and begun their drive to their own townhome.

"Jack, she said she was glad I was going to be her new mommy."

He sighed softly as he looked over at her, knowing how much she wanted this. "Sam..."

"I know." She interrupted, defensively, like she often did when her knowledge of physics wasn't enough to explain some phenomena out in the field. "I tried to explain that while we would love to adopt her, there are a lot of people who could say no." She swallowed. "But she insisted that she was right, and that no one would say no."

"And that's what made her so upset?"

She shook her head. "I asked why she was so sure, and she said that she'd had a dream. One where a judge told us to take her home because we belonged together."

"Sounds like a normal...everyday...adoption fantasy for a girl who's hoping for some stability."

"That's what I thought too." She admitted. "Until she told me that you would say something about George Hammond not needing me, a new commander, and reassignment..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously, she had some things a little off...I mean, the real George Hammond is dead, but she probably didn't know that you were talking about a ship." She explained, earnestly.

"I think you're reaching." He said, giving her a slightly apologetic smile.

"I asked her if she'd had any other dreams like that one, and she refused to talk." Sam explained as if she was explaining some theoretical principle of astrophysics. "Then, I asked her if she'd seen her parents' accident before it happened, and she became hysterical. That's when you showed up."

He inhaled slowly. "Sam...what makes you think this could work? I mean, you didn't believe it when Jonas..."

"That was different." Sam said, soberly.

"Is it?"

"Look, I'm still somewhat skeptical about its accuracy. I mean...it shouldn't be possible to predict anything with one-hundred percent accuracy. You would have to know the placement of...every atom...in the entire universe. And, like we saw when I got hurt on the base and ended up fulfilling the prophecy that Jonas was trying to avoid, we could turn some of these into self-fulfilling prophecies if we take them as the gospel truth..."

"But..."

"But I'm also a bit older and wiser now, Jack, and...I'm a little more willing to accept that I don't know everything..."

"This has something to do with that seer you encountered on Atlantis, doesn't it?"

"And if it does?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised.

"Sam..."

"Jack, there are bigger things out there than us. We've fought a few of them, and we've befriended some of them, but there's a whole UNIVERSE out there that we know next to nothing about." She said, passionately. "Is it so crazy to believe that we don't know everything? That our very limited knowledge of astrophysics and the way that everything works is just the tip of the iceberg?"

"So, we're taking this one faith. Not evidence."

She sighed. "It's a relatively new thing I've decided to start trying."

"So I noticed." He sighed as he began emptying out the dishwasher.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, following him.

"Nothing." He said, shaking his head.

"No, you meant something by that, and I want to know what you meant."

"Look, I told you it wasn't a problem before we got married, and you said I wouldn't have to go with you. That's our deal, and I'm holding you to it."

"Our deal...about church? What on EARTH does that have to do with this?"

"Everything, Sam. You're a scientist. Until a few years ago, you didn't accept anything that wasn't proven with numbers or facts...you were the most skeptical person on our team. Now, you're into all sorts of spiritual enlightenment."

"It's not uncommon for scientists to believe that there's something else out there..."

"Yes, but not many have had the Ori on their back, preaching to them."

Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "You think this is because of the ORI?"

"Well, you found religion about the same time the Ori showed up..."

"Actually, Jack, it was a year and a half after the Ori showed up. AND after I'd been close to death. Those tend to change your feelings about the "hereafter" more than a few sermons." She challenged.

"Look, I know what it's like to want something to fix or explain everything bad in your life. To comfort you and make you feel better, but..."

"You think that's what this is?" She demanded.

He closed his mouth.

"No, really...I want to know if you think that's what this is. Just some lame attempt to take the pain away if we don't get Grace..."

He inhaled before looking over at her. "You haven't been to mass or confession as often as you have since you got back from the George Hammond. And we started thinking about adopting Grace about the same time."

"Maybe that's just a coincidence."

"Is it?"

"I do have more time to fill right now, Jack."

He sighed. "Fine. I'm wrong."

"So...you don't believe Grace is a seer because you think I'm giving up my sense of self or because you're jealous of God?" She asked after a moment.

"What? I'm not jealous of..."

"Then what?" Sam asked, soberly. "What threatens you about the fact that I've decided to take a few things on faith, hm? You did it all the time. In fact, you still do it all the time."

"No, I don't." He said, looking back at her from his task. "In case you've forgotten, I'm flying a desk at the moment."

"Then, you're doing every job under your command? You must be a very busy man, Jack." She shot back, angrily.

"Of course not, but..."

"Again, I ask...what part of this threatens you?" She demanded. "Why does my belief or faith in the unexplained make you feel so defensive?"

"I'm not defensive!" He roared.

"That's not up for debate. Any reasonable person would see that you're being defensive. So...now, the question is why."

He heaved a heavy sigh as he turned back to the dishwasher, silently pulling glasses and plates from inside it.

"Jack, please..." She whispered more softly. "I'm just trying to understand..."

"I'm not defensive about anything." Jack growled with his back toward her.

Sam closed her eyes. "Fine. Then, we'll talk later."

"Can't promise anything."

She sighed. "I have a headache. I'm going to lie down."

"We should have dinner..."

"You can have the leftovers in the fridge." She murmured, walking toward the bedroom. "And I'm not really hungry right now."