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aerobic exercise. Something he got less of now that he ended fewer reports with ‘we retreated to the Stargate under fire.’
    He changed clothes and put some random dinner something in the microwave, then opened the fridge again. Why not? He pulled out a beer and popped it open just as there was a huge crash of thunder and the lights went out.
    “Aw, crap.”
    He went over to the floor to ceiling windows in the alcove with the dinette table and looked out just as the first spray of rain dashed against them, the fall thunderstorm he’d seen coming breaking over the city. Horns honked eight stories below, the swirling raindrops illuminated by the bright headlights of a big red Circulator bus, opening doors between stops to let two dashing women with their purses over their heads onboard. The traffic lights were out, and the lights across the street, but up toward the Hill the lights were on, streetlights two blocks away. Just the local transformer then. Well, he could wait for dinner.
    Jack sat down at the dinette table with his laptop and opened it, behind glass as microdrafts threw rain horizontally against the window.
     
    September 22, 2009
    Hey, Carter…
    …you’ve been missing for twenty six days now. Well, not missing missing. Not MIA. Just disappeared. You’re probably perfectly fine. You, and your ship and Atlantis. Everybody’s perfectly fine. It’s probably just something wrong with the Atlantis gate or something, so that you can’t dial in and send a databurst.
    It’s probably not that it’s been destroyed. That the
Hammond’s
been destroyed. I’m sure everybody’s ok.
    We had Woolsey’s second hearing today.
    And there wasn’t much to say about that. There wasn’t much he could tell her that wouldn’t look like stuff above her grade level when it went through Landry and Caldwell and everybody else, wasn’t stuff Walter needed to know for water cooler gossip at the SGC. And if she never read it…
    He wasn’t going there.
    It was pretty interesting. Don’t know how it will all come out.
    Translation: it sucked, and they’re probably going to sack him. Jack took a long drink of his beer. Probably he should have gone to dinner with Woolsey. He’d get some dinner that way.
    But he might also kill him, which would be bad. He wasn’t sure who he could really stand to see right now.
    It’s raining here, a hell of a thunderstorm. The power’s out, but I’m on the laptop. Dick says to give you his best.
    Well, he would say it. Although he’d probably say something like “Do you think they’re all right?” and Jack would have to say, “Sure, of course they are. Just because they disappear for a month or so doesn’t mean a thing. This is Carter and Sheppard. They’re fine.”
    We’ve recalled
Odyssey
and Mitchell is champing at the bit to dial in when they get back to Earth with their ZPM.
    As soon as they could dial Atlantis, they would. And Mitchell would be the first one through the gate, Mitchell and Teal’c and Daniel and Vala…
    There was a loud pounding on the apartment door, and Jack reached for the sidearm that of course he wasn’t wearing. This was Earth. Not that it was always safe. And usually people rang the bell. Of course the power was out, so they probably couldn’t.
    He was nearly at the door when a familiar voice called through it. “Jack? You there?”
    “Oh for crying out loud.” He opened the door on the tall, hooded and dripping wet specter outside.
    “Hi, Jack,” Daniel said.
    “Hi, Daniel.”
    Daniel pushed back the hood of his rain jacket and shook his wet hair like a dog. “The power’s out,” he said.
    “I know.”
    “I walked up eight flights.”
    “Good for you,” Jack said.
    “I was in the neighborhood,” Daniel said. Fifteen hundred miles from Colorado Springs. “What are you up to?”
    Jack glanced back at the glowing laptop, the only light in the apartment. “Oh. I was just emailing Carter.”
    “That’s what I figured,” Daniel said,