Epilogue
Radek Zelenka frowned at the screen of his laptop. These past few months – ever since they had returned to Lantea – he had found himself in the position of discovering Atlantis' secrets. In his mind he imagined himself almost to be Colombo. Or was that Columbus? No, definitely Colombo. He had seen the series with the scruffy detective with his one eye, shaggy coat and constant cigar when he had been in university. In fact, much of his English he had learned by watching that show. Radek was aware of the fact that he came over as scruffy-looking. It was his hair. People didn't seem to realise that in fact he was always clean and shaven and he even washed his hair every morning. It was just that within half an hour of drying it tended to become ruffled. That's probably why he had always liked the scruffy detective.
"Drahá," Anne spoke from the bed and Radek just loved the way she pronounced 'beloved.' The two of them had just returned from their honeymoon this afternoon, but already they had been swamped with work. Even Anne had much to do, even in her condition. She was finally starting to show a little and Radek thought she was lovelier than ever. But the data he was looking at was of a program that he had only now had time to look at. Since their return to Atlantis he had been the one trying to solve some of the city's greatest mysteries. One of the first he had solved was the mystery of the pregnant women. Some of the other mysteries were still unsolved and mostly related to the Wraith, like the blue beam Sheppard had once reported seeing. If the beam was something new, then Atlantis needed to know about it. If it was something the Wraith had used before, then Atlantis would know already and he would find something about it in the memory banks of the city.
Another mystery was the one about the Atlantean ship Aurora.
Now Radek turned to look at his slightly dishevelled wife. Only in sleep did she ever look slightly less neat. Radek thought she looked adorable, but she hated it when her hair wasn't perfect. He wondered why. She was one of those women who could wake up in the mornings and look as fresh and neat as most women did only after hours of grooming. He supposed it was the perfectionist in her.
With eyes wide with surprise, he pointed at the small screen. "I know where they were headed from," he told her. "I know where the Aurora came from."