It was a month later when Sam came to visit Jack in the pentagon. She was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. Jack knew because he had been watching her from his window for the past three hours while she paced outside the building, working up her courage. She was dressed in her smart blue dress uniform when she walked through the door with a confident step that relayed no hesitation.

"Carter!" Jack exclaimed, grinning, "I see you're all grown up again."

"Yes, Sir." Sam smiled and blushed.

"Sit down."

Sam sat down. "Look, Sir, I just came to apologise."

"For what?"

She fidgeted, nervous. "For the way I acted when... when I was 'younger'."

Jack had to grin. "Don't apologise, Sam. It was cute."

Sam smiled a little at that. "Well, as I'm sure you know, the structure that turned us all into five year olds has been taken to Area 51. But so far, nobody has gotten it to work again."

"Any idea how it worked in the first place?"

Sam shook her head. "No, but it was amazing. ..."

Jack interrupted. "I'm thinking lunch. Ya know, catch up on old times."

Sam smiled, and nodded. "Sounds good."


Ba'al chuckled evilly as he slipped past the security systems. He would escape this pathetic compound! He entered a room, and saw a large, stone structure with an old dialect of ancient writing on it. He heard some guards, and hid behind the structure. As they walked past, he leaned against it in relief.

There was a blinding flash of light and a weird, high-pitched grating sound. Ba'al felt an explosion burst from the structure, and was knocked unconscious...