Elizabeth held up her hand before he could speak.

"I know what you're thinking, John," she said.

"No you don't," Sheppard pulled a face.

She laughed.

"I know you better than you think. You're thinking that I'm dead, and that this is a dream."

"Would I be right?" Sheppard asked, coming to stand beside her and lean on the balcony railing.

"Partly," she turned to smile at him. "Officially, I'm dead."

"Unofficially?" he couldn't help the hope that crept into his voice.

"Would you believe I went from leading the Atlantis expedition to leading a group of renegade Replicators?"

"The Replicators were destroyed, Lizbeth." John said.

"Most. We weren't on the home world at the time," she took his hand. "I never told you, did I?"

"Never tell me what, Lizbeth?"

"That I loved you. I guess it wasn't appropriate. But I did all the same. I still do."

"I still think about you," he admitted.

"I'm communicating through a nanite link. You still have them inactive in your blood. I want you to come find me, John."

Sheppard looked at her face, to commit it to memory.

"If you are out there, Lizbeth, I will find you." He vowed.