Sam sat in the infirmary bed, bored out of her mind. She regretted telling Janet she would stay here as long as the Doctor liked but, truth be told Sam was almost happy to be here. Here was definitely better than there. But, she was still bored. She didn't have anything to work on, to keep her focused, and all she could do was think about the weeks she was held prisoner. She stared off at nothing in particular as the memories assaulted her. She remembered everything with too much clarity ...
"Major?"
Sam looked up to find General Hammond sitting down next to her bedside and she forced a small smile. "Sir."
"It's good to have you back Major; how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine Sir, thank you for asking."
"That's good to know," Hammond offered though he knew it was far from the truth. He'd studied her for a few moments before he came into her room. Even then he'd had to call to her a few times before she had registered his presence. "Do you feel up to a debriefing tomorrow morning?"
"Certainly Sir," Sam offered though she knew Hammond could tell her response was forced. He wouldn't ask her specifics but still ... the way he looked at her ... she knew he'd watched the memory recall of her time with Ba'al.