Sunday, 7/20/08 DAY 50 Though I didn't get to see "DARK NIGHT" ........sigh.....I was able to get a ride to my sleep study and it saved me a lot of physical strain. My dinner of home-ade...my scalp. I enjoyed some starbucks coffee at home with my mom & dished about absolutely nothing. The breezy wind today and the much needed toned down temperature added to a beautiful day.

He waited a while, waited for the initial hubbub to die down. He left for a moment, got himself a quick, flavourless dinner, and returned to the infirmary. He was hoping to avoid Carson, and sneak past...infirmary and peered his head into Sheppard's room, after having ruled out the adjacent rooms as unoccupied or occupied by distinct late-night voices in conversations he didn't care to eavesdrop on

Rodney wasn't sure what to make of the situation he'd just witnessed in the mess hall, , but he decided to think about it later. Radek was a grown man and probably it couldn't hurt if he spend some...shoulder. "I think he's in his office, Dr. McKay." "Thank you," Rodney gave back and made his way to Carson's office. Balancing the tray on one hand, he carefully knocked on the door. "Carson?"

John stood in the doorway of what had been Evan's room, stark and empty now, and looked at the two geeks in front of him, wondering how he'd always managed to make friends with the nerds more than the..." He was shaking, cracking open, going weak, and he needed to get out of here, but he couldn't, he couldn't. He was breaking apart right here, right now, helpless against the torrent of his grief.

Radek closed his notebook with a sigh. Sometimes working his feelings out in writing helped to clarify things, but this evening all it had left him was even more unsettled. He scrubbed at his face...but he should probably just leave it, this late in the day. Instead, he set the cup down and gazed onto the iridescent sheen on the surface of the beverage, as if it might somehow hold an answer for him

It's not easy to guess what other people are thinking, even for an anthropologist. Being primarily a linguist, there were more psychological aspects of Anthropology that did not come easy to Christoph...think about you that just don't matter in the grand scheme. It had only been a few moments since McKay had gone after Sheppard. Christoph made his way quietly to the back of the crowd and followed them

With a critical eye, Perna made sure she had followed all the instructions Carson had given her before he had left for the jumper bay. Everything seemed to be in place, and she could feel the whole...to dealing with the Wraith. Perna made a final round through the infirmary, nodding at nurse Anne, who tended to Sgt. Fields. She was just about to greet her, when she received a call from Carson.

Seeing that Kavanagh seemed to have the next bit of work well in hand, and determining that there was no task that he needed to be involved with here at the moment, Radek followed his curiosity to have...himself with a different question, and opened a new window to have a look at Kavanagh's initial assessment of the prospects for a beam out. What he saw there had him radioing Rodney instantly

Johh's sleep started out quiet and dreamless, but as the afternoon progressed, he started twitching. He jerked awake once, an unremembered dream leaving him with a sense of unease, but gave in to exhaustion...he dissolved, flesh melting, blood, blood running down John's arms and body, exposing white bone, fleshless skull with Evan's eyes still looking out at John, still alive. Still alive. John screamed.

Satisfied with himself, Rodney watched the display of his laptop. It wasn't even close to perfect, but according to the simulation he ran he'd managed to raise the chances up to 62% to save the people... And Carson didn't look like he'd run off at the first chance. First things first, he decided and reached for his radio. He'd contact Jackson first, then he had that off his list. "McKay to Jackson.