Previously onstargate sg—1
they are so cool.
Savor the moment, gentlemen.
Savor th e moment.
Oh, they're in trouble.
What would colonel O'Neill do if he was here now?
You want me to shoot you?
We're here to rescue you.
We allowed ourselves to be captured...
On purpose.
This is great, you know, sn eaking around with you guys
in a Goa'uld pyramid on some alien planet.
The onlythis missing is some Jaffa chasing us.
Felger?
Jay.
What? What?
Snap out of it. Yes, sorry.
Calibration scales? The ring power source?
Right there. Right... there.
Whattime is it?
It's two minutes past the last time you asked me.
Ooh, she should be here any second now.
Relax, Jay.
Relax?
We're on the verge of a major scientific breakthrough.
This weapon could be the key factor
in our fight againstthe Goa'uld.
Is it defeating the Goa'uld you're worried about,
or impressing major Carter?
Hey, unlike some people in this room,
I've seen whatthe Goa'uld can do, first—hand.
Yes, I know. You've told me a thousand times.
You rescued sg—I
from the evil lord what's—his—nam e.
Herak, and he wasn't an evil lord.
He was a first prime.
Jay, you're a brilliant scientist.
Someday you're going to win the nobel prize.
What do you care what these military types think of you anyway?
You don't get it.
You know, when you've stood side by side with someone
and stared into the face of death,
it creates an unspoken bond,
an understanding that transcends
simple friendship
colonel O'Neill and I have been to hell and backtogether.
When the mission was over, he looked me in the eye,
and do you know what he said to me? He said—...
Is this going to take long?
Colonel O'Neill.
Folger?
Felger.
I wasn't expecting you, sir.
Yes, well, major Carter said this was important.
D—d—d—d—don'ttouch.
Don'ttouch, don'ttouch, please.
This is a finely calibrated device.
It fires a focused plasma pulse.
Boom!
It's an energy—based weapon, sir.
It could potentially replace the missiles on the x—303.
Phaser?
More like a photon torpedo.
My assistant, Chloe.
There you are.
Chloe.
Now, this is all based on a Goa'uld design...
And if you'll join me
to the rear of the weapon,
we will proceed with the demonstration.
My friends,
I present to you...
The 22nd century.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
But I am really, really, really sorry, general,
and I can assure you that nothing like this will ever happen again.
You're damn right it won't,
because I'm pulling the plug on your research.
No, no, no, no.
No, please, general, this was just a minor glitch.
I mean, we are so close to a working prototype—...
You've been saying that for the last six months.
In fact, I've been reviewing your records.
It seems that most of the projects
you've overseen during your tenure here
have been similarly long on promise
and short on results.
What exactly are you saying?
I'm saying it may be time
for the air force to rethink your position here.
Okay, that would be a mistake,
because it just so happens
that I'm working on a line of research
and it's, um...
Well, really, I'm on the verge
of a major breakthrough, really. Really?
Really, yes, yes,
and it's going to be huge, huge, this thing,
and it's going to make the plasma weapon look like a souirt gun, sir.
What is it? Hmm?
What is it? What is it?
Well, you know, I'm not ready
for a formal presentation just yet.
You know, I've still got to, you know,
crunch a few numbers and dot a few I's.
I could probably have something ready for you
by the end of next week.
You have 24 hours.
More than enough time.
Dismissed.
Thank you.
What were you thinking?
I don't know.
I had to say something.
They were going to fire me.
Besides, what's the big deal?
All we have to do is think of something
that's going to change the balance of power in the galaxy
by noon tomorrow.
You have anything in mind?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Avenger.
You've gotto be kidding. No, it's perfect!
It's nowhere near ready. It's just an idea.
We can make it work.
Jay, this is exactly your problem.
You try so hard to impress people
that you always bite off more than you can chew.
Okay, yes, you're right.
I have to start setting more realistic goals for myself...
Right after this project, okay?
A computer virus? Yeah. See, when you think about it,
the gate network is nothing more
than a bunch of linked computers.
Delivering the virus is as simple
as dialing the target gate, uploading program.
The virus would then scramble the dhd's established coordinates.
Yeah, so the symbols no longer correspond to the proper coordinates.
It's like rearranging the letters on your keyboard.
Then the target gate would be useless.
Yeah. I mean, sure, the Goa'uld have ships,
but th ey still rely heavily on gate travel,
andthat would be a real tactical advantage for us, don't you think?
It's interesting. Really?
But you don't have a finished program.
Well, finished...
Not finished, per se, no,
but I really still just have to, you know—...
Crunch a few numbers, dot a few I's...
That's really it. Exactly, yeah.
Well, I'll take a look at it.
If it shows promise,
I'll take it to general Hammond. Oh, yes! Okay.
Whoa, whoa. Don't celebrate just yet.
This is far from a done deal.
No, no, of course not. Of course not.
Yes. Yes!
Where am I? How did she get me here?
So you'd rather stay here
and geek out some computer program
than come with us, huh?
Don't take it personally, sir.
I justthinkthis research shows a lot of promise.
It's felger.
He did save our lives, colonel.
Yeah, don't remind me.
The ability to disable any gate we choose
could prove to be avaluable weapon
in our struggle against the Goa'uld.
If it works.
That's what I intend to find out.
Don't forget your safety glasses.
Marines, thanks for joining us.
Let's move out.
To be honest, major,
I share some of the colonel's skepticism.
I know Dr. Felger's record
is a little sketchy, sir,
buti still think he shows a lot of potential.
All he needs is a little support.
Justa minute.
Oh, my god. Oh, geez.
I'll be with you in a second.
Just, you know, putting the dogs out.
Oh. Major Carter.
I was in the neighborhood.
This isn't a bad time, is it?
Oh, no. No, no, no. Please come in.
Just, you know, really wasn't expecting anyone.
I'm sorry.
Nice place. Oh, thank you, thank you.
Yes, I was just having my apartment fumigated.
Can I offer you anything?
No. No, I'm fine.
Oh, alrighty.
Please, please.
Uh, what, uh, what, uh, what brings you by?
I took your proposal to general Hammond.
And?
And he's agreed to give you another chance.
Oh, thank god. Oh, thank god.
That's great. That's great. Oh, wh ew.
'Cause ithought I was so done for
after that little incident thing there. That was...
There is one condition.
Sure, okay.
He wants me to work on the project with you.
That'd be, uh, you?
Yeah, that's not a problem, is it? No, no, no. God, no. No.
What about sg—I?
Well, Daniel's working on a relocation project,
p3l 997.
With the moon in the decaying orbit.
They're experiencing some severe seismic disturbances
and some weather anomalies.
And then what about, you know, colonel O'Neill, Teal'c?
They have a series of negotiations
with the rebel Jaffa leaders.
There's been some in—fighting,
some old rivalries cropping up
well, they have to settle that, yeah.
I guess that means you get stuck with me, then.
No, no, iwouldn't put it that way.
Ithinkthe basic idea behindthe virus
is actually quite brilliant.
No...
Really?
Yeah.
Atie?
I wear ties.
And Cologne?
You know, there is nothing wrong
with a man taking pride in his appearance and smell.
This wouldn't have anything to do
with major Carter coming to work with us, would it?
Don't be ridiculous.
Here, let me. Thanks.
Of course, though, you know, you do have to admit
she possesses one of the most...
Brilliant scientific minds of our generation,
and a pair of legs that won't quit.
Okay, okay. Sorry.
Well, anyway,
what chance has a guy like me got
with a woman like that?
She barely notices I'm alive.
You know whatthat's like?
A little.
Morning.
Oh, hi. Hi.
Nice tie.
Oh, thanks.
We thinkthe virus is ready, sir.
Of course, other than computer simulations,
there's no real way to test it, except on another gate.
Do you have atarget in mind?
P5sii7.
It's one of baal's principal naouadah mining sites.
If we can disable the gate,
we could seriously disrupt his supply network.
How will we know if the test is successful?
There's atok'ra operative on the planet
who'll be able to relay the results of the test
through their sub—space communication network.
Send the virus.
Yes, sir.
You're going to wear a hole in the floor.
Those tok'ra are taking
their sweettime, aren'tthey, huh?
You think we would have heard something by now.
Major Carter to the control room.
Repeat, major Carter to the control room.
That's it.
Chevron seven locked.
Felger, what are you doing here? What's going on?
Colonel O'Neill andteal'c
missed a scheduled radio contact.
Getting avideo signal, sir.
Colonel O'Neill, this is Hammond.
Do you read?
Nice to hear from you, general.
What's your status, colonel?
Well, the mission was going according to plan,
then we hit a little snag.
We can't dial the gate.
Say again?
We cannot establish an outgoing wormhole.
We've tried all kinds of addresses,
but we just can't get a lock.
Stand by, colonel.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This is just a coincidence.
There's no way this could have
anything to do with my virus.
No... could it?
General, I'm telling you, there is no possible way
that avenger could have had anything to do with this.
Avenger? That's what I call the virus.
You know, it's named after a comic book
I read when iwas a kid.
The amazing avenger?
Green tights, purple cape.
He was super strong, super fast,
you know, not as fast as the flash. That would be ridiculous.
Of course, this isn't ringing any bells
with anybody, is it?
Is there any chance
we sent it to the wrong gate?
No, sir. We double—checked the coordinates.
The virus was sent here—— P5s 117.
Colonel O'Neill is on p3c 249, which is here.
It is true that, relatively speaking,
within the gate system,
the plan ets are close together—...
About 400 light years—...
But that doesn't necessarily mean anything,
and until we hear back from the tok'ra...
Unscheduled off—world activation.
Sir, we're receiving an audio transmission.
It's the tok' ra.
This is thelass of the tok'ra.
This is general Hammond of Stargate command.
General, I'm afraid I have to report
a series of malfunctions within the gate system.
Malfunctions?
Several gates have gone off—line.
As yet, we have no idea why.
We are still in the process of gathering information.
Thelass, this is major Carter.
Do you have any information
on a planet we've designated as p5s 117?
One moment, please.
We are still waiting for a sub—space transmission
from our operative in that system.
Can you send us any data that you do have?
Affirmative.
Transmission received.
Sir, I'm going to need a few minutes
to analyze this information.
I'll go help
there it is.
I still don't see howthis is possible.
Automatic correlative updates.
I thought those were supposed to happen
only once every couple of hundred years.
That was th e th eory.
Major Carter, report.
Sir, first, I'd like to recommend
that you begin recalling all our off—world teams immediately.
It's already being done.
The mining team from p4f 221 is coming through right now.
Well, you might want to tell them to hurry it up, sir.
What have you got?
This is the original target gate.
This is colonel O'Neill's position.
These are the gates first reported off—line
by th e tok' ra.
A few minutes later... Several more.
They appear to be spreading out from the original gate.
Yes, sir.
You still think this is a coincidence?
Well, sir, we think
we may have an explanation.
We know that the gate network has to undergo
periodic correlative updates
in order to compensate for stellar drift.
Now, we've n ever witn essed it,
but we believe that the gates
dial each other automatically
to transmit the new coordinates that apply to each address.
And you believe
Dr. Felger's virus initiated one of these updates?
It may have triggered
an automatic internal protocol
in the dhd.
Before adapting the new scrambled coordinates,
it dialed out
and transmitted them
to a few of the neighboring gates,
who then transmitted to a few more,
and so on, and so on...
And so on.Yeah.
Is there any way we can stop it?
There's no time, sir.
If each gate only dials two others
before adapting the new system,
the entire network will be infected
in less than two hours.
We need to focus on getting
as many people back as possible, sir.
He's really mad, isn't he?
That's the last of the miners, sir.
Shut it down.
What's next?
P3l 997.
That's Daniel's team, sir.
Dial it.
Okay, breathe.
Everything's going to be fine.
Grover Cleveland high school.
What? Chemistry 201.
I had an incident with my midterm lab.
They gotthe fire under control
in about an hour,
but poor Mr. Hoffman—...
His eyebrows never grew back.
I should've got out of science
rightthen and there,
you know, saved everybody a lot of trouble.
This is Stargate command.
You wouldn't be here if you weren't very good at what you do.
You tell that to colonel O'Neill.
How many teams came back?
Three.
Out of how many?
15. The rest are stranded.
And Dr. Jackson?
His team's still off—world.
Oh, this is awful.
The flood waters are rising,
butthey're safe for the time being.
Carter.
General.
Oh, general...
Yes, sir.
I understand.
We contacted the tok' ra.
According to their intelligence,
the entire gate network is down.
Colonel O'Neill, report.
The mission's been compromised, sir.
It looks like one of the Jaffa commanders
sold us out.
Go figure.
What happened?
The negotiations were going just fine,
then the gate broke down.
After that, they all started
accusing each other of sabotage,
and all hell broke loose.
Sir, we think we know
what caused your gate to malfunction.
It was th e virus.
Felger's virus?
It created a new coordinate system
that then spread to all the dhds,
but since we don't have a dhd,
we have the only gate that can dial out.
I told you not to trustthat brown—nosing little weasel.
He doesn't know I'm standing here, does he?
Sir, I'm just as responsible as anyone else.
O'Neill.
We've got incoming, sir.
It's al'kesh!
We just lost video.
They must've hit the malp.
He was just standing a few feet from it.
Colonel O'Neill, what's your situation? Please respond.
We're still in one piece, sir.
Oh, thank god.
We're going to take cover, sir.
Sir, we still have an outgoing wormhole.
We can send reinforcements.
They'd be stranded like all the others.
I can't send anyone until we fix this problem.
Let's thinkthis through logically.
The entire gate network has been paralyzed,
but we can still dial out.
And we're assuming that the virus was spread
as a result of the correlative updates
initiated by the dh ds.
We don't have a dhd,
so our gate wasn't affected.
Right.
It also means another change
would probably result in another system—wide update.
So if we can get just one dhd converted
back to the old coordinate system,
the gate network would spread it for us.
But how do you convert back to the old system,
when the new one is based on a completely random principle?
Well, there still has to be a pattern.
I mean, if we can get one dhd
to establish a lock with a specific gate,
then all we have to do
is compare the old address to the new address,
and extrapolate a translation program.
That would mean random dialing.
Seven symbols chosen from
a pool of 38 non—repeating candidates.
That's about 63 billion possible combinations.
She's good with numbers.
I was going to get her to do my taxes.
Any word from colonel O'Neill, sir?
We've been unable to re—establish contact.
We hope he's just out of range.
Yes, sir.
According to our latest intelligence report,
it looks like baal is trying
to take advantage of the situation.
How so?
At the moment, he has the largest fleet.
With the gate system down,
whoever has the most ships has the advantage.
He's attacking the other system lords
on several fronts, and he's winning.
Stargate command, felger speaking.
Mom, mom——no, no, no, no.
No, itold you not to call me here.
You're not even supposed to have this number. That's—...
I'm sorry I didn't call. I had to work late.
Something came up
if you must know, mom, I... I screwed up again.
Yeah, and ithink this is the worst one yet.
No. No, it's worse than that one.
No, worse than that one, too, mom.
Mom, mom, mom...
Mom, I don't need a list of my personal failures
right now, okay?
I mean, to tell you the truth, mom,
I don't even know if I can fixthis one.
I'll have to get back to you on that, then, Simon, okay?
Alrighty, then, bye—bye.
A friend.
It's coombs. He says hi.
Look, Jay, I know you feel bad about this.
What's to feel bad about?
I mean, it probably took the ancients
a thousand years to build the gate system,
and iwrecked it in a single day.
Not to mention the fact
that I've isolated us from all the off—world resources
we're going to need to defend ourselves,
leaving us sitting ducks for the next Goa'uld attack,
but who cares?
Look, I need you to get past feeling guilty
and focus on finding a solution.
That's easy for you to say, 'cause you never make mistakes.
I don't?
Oh, come on, you're perfect.
Everybody knows it.
Jay, I'm not perfect.
You have to say that because you're modest,
which is just another aspect of your perfection.
Have you ever heard of a planet called k'tau?
That wasn't you r fau lt.
I was the one
who bypassed the dialing protocols that caused the wormhole
to pass through k'tau's sun.
The chain reaction that resulted could've led
to the deaths of everyone on that planet.
That's it, that's it, that's it.
Ooh, even your mistakes are perfect.
What are you talking about?
You were able to bypass the security protocol
because you created your own dialing program.
So? So we can do that here.
Instead of trying to tweak the dhd program
back to its original form,
why don't we just upload everything
from our dialing computer?
Our program is nowhere near as sophisticated
as the one that exists in the dhds.
It's completely jerry—rigged.
It doesn't have to be perfect,
as long as the co—ordinate system is accurate.
The dhd will automatically make all the necessary adjustments.
How do you know that?
Well, it's...
Okay, I don't.
I don't, I don't,
but the fact that avengertriggered a correlative update
seems to indicate thatthe dhd program
is adaptive by its very nature...
And, plus, we have nothing else.
Trust me, major, this is going to work.
Sorry to rain on your parade, guys, but it didn't work.
It should have worked.
We tried dialing earth at the Alpha site,
but we couldn't get a lock.
You know, maybe there's something wrong with the upload.
You can upload better, huh?
If you've got any other bright ideas,
now would be a very good time.
What's your status, doctor?
Floodwater's rising pretty fast,
and the seismic activity is causing a lot of rogue waves.
We estimate that within 48 hours,
the entire city will be underwater.
It should have worked.
Have you and Dr. Felger made any progress?
Ican't find him.
Excuse me?
Apparently, Dr. Felger has left the base.
Ithinkthe pressure was getting to him.
I thought you said
all he needed was a little support.
Yeah, I may have been wrong aboutthat.
Okay, I admit it, he's a complete screw—up
he makes rash decisions based on sketchy evidence,
he's clumsy in the lab, he's always late, and quite frankly,
it wouldn't kill him to ease up on the after—shave,
but the fact is, sir,
he's at Stargate command
because he's a brilliant scientist,
and no one understands that virus better than he does.
Then I suggest you get him back.
Yes, sir.
Jay, what are you doing out here?
We've got work to do.
How did you find me here?
I called your mother.
She told me this is where you come
when you need to think.
This is the very spot iwas standing
when I figured out
how to recombine epsilon particles
in a sub—space matrix...
Then I got mugged by some teenagers.
Still, it's a nice spot, though.
What are you doing?
Feeding the ducks.
I need you to come back to Stargate command.
You know, before I joined sgc,
my idea of a high—pressure situation
was defending a mathematical thesis
in front of a room full of balding, middle—aged men.
I don't do so well when the fate of the universe is hanging in the balance now.
Jay, you designed the virus.
You're the man for the job.
Forget aboutthe big picture for a second,
forget about the consequences.
Just focus on the problem.
Why didn'tthe upload work?
I don't know.
It should've.
Every gate in the galaxy should be back online,
except for p5s 117.
What do you mean?
Well, avenger's resistant
to thattype of tampering, you know,
and I didn'tthink it made much difference,
since that's the one we wanted to sabotage
in the first place.
Jay, what if the virus replicated itself
andthen traveled
along with the new coordinate system
to the other dhds?
No, that's impossible.
It wasn't designed to do that.
Well, it wasn't designed to trigger
a correlative update, eith er.
You said it yourself, Jay.
The dhd program is adaptive.
Sir, we think we may have found a solution.
Let's hear it.
You want me to tell it?
It's your project.
Well, general, we think we know why
we're unable to upload our dialing program
into the gate system.
It now looks as though the virus itself
somehow transmitted, along with the new coordinates,
to the entire dhd network.
The virus is blocking the upload.
That's right. That's right.
And we need to neutralize it first,
but in order to do that, we have to find it.
I don't understand.
Well, the truth is,
we don't know how the virus was transmitted.
If it piggybacked
with the automatic correlative update,
that means it's buried somewhere
within the dialing program itself.
We're talking about thousands of lines of code, you know...
It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But we do know that the virus exists
within a very specific subroutine
in the original target dhd on p5s 117.
The catch is, in order to make this work,
we have to reboot the system,
which means removing the control crystal.
Someone's going to have
to physically go to the planet, sir.
P5s 117 is controlled by baal.
Yes, sir.
General...
I'd like to volunteer.
Major Carter has the experience required
for this mission.
Oh, come on,
I've got off—world experience.
I battled the Goa'uld.
I zatted a Jaffa.
Sir, maybe it would be better if we both went.
Major Carter's right.
Nobody knows more about avenger than me.
Jay, this is crazy.
Look, I caused this problem.
I'm going to fix it.
You're a research scientist, not a field operative.
Did that stop me from infiltrating a Goa'uld mothership?
I think not.
Look, th ey've already sent th e malp.
The gate's not even being guarded,
probably because it doesn't work anymore,
but don't worry about me.
I know what I'm doing, okay?
Jay...
The anti—virus.
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I'm going to need that.
Alrighty.
What?
What—— what was that for?
Good luck.
Oh, right.
All right, you get set up
I'll be back in a few minutes.
Where're you going?
I'm going to check out the area.
Shouldn't we stick together?
You know, in case you need backup or something.
I'll be fine.
Okay.
I'm good, too.
The Jaffa landed the alkesh,
andthey're sending out search patrols.
Teal'c and I have organized the rebels
for a counter attack.
Be advised, colonel.
Major Carter has gone to p5s117.
She's attempting to get the gate system back online.
That's occupied territory, sir.
Yes, it is.
What team did she take?
Major Carter didn't want to risk stranding anyone else.
She went alone?
Not entirely.
Dr. Felger's with her.
I'm inspired with confidence.
There's no sign
of any Jaffa activity in the area.
I'm in. I'm in.
Just a sec, just a sec.
Okay, something's wrong.
What?
This isn't avenger.
I mean, it is avenger, but something's hinky.
It's been altered. Hinky?
The point is, this isn't the program iwrote.
It's been tampered with since it was sent.
Maybe it was baal.
Baal?
Think about it.
He stood the most to gain.
He took your idea to bring down one gate,
and modified itto bring down the entire gate network,
knowing itwould give him an advantage.
Well, that means none of this is my fault.
I told you avenger wasn't designed
to cause a correlative update.
I wouldn't get too excited.
It also means our anti—virus isn't going to work.
That's right.
It's designed for the original program.
Which means that we are now stranded
on a goa'uld—occupied world.
So it's kind of
a good—news—bad—news situation.
The Jaffa probably aren't as protective
of the gate as they once were,
but soon er or later, there's going to be a patrol.
We have to do something.
Well, I'm open to suggestions here.
You said the virus was modified, right?
So all we need to do
is modify the anti—virus to match it.
Okay, go for it.
I was hoping you could handle it.
Oh, I was afraid you were going to say that.
Do you want to do this instead?
Do you know how many variations I went th rough
before I got the anti—virus right?
Andthat's when I knew what I was up against.
This could take days.
Well, then, you'd better get started.
Yep
oh, yeah.
Still no word from Sam?
To be honest, we should've heard back by now.
Well, we're going to have to aban Don the Stargate
and move to higher ground.
Very well.
Good luck, Dr. Jackson.
How's it coming?
We're getting there.
It's pretty cool, isn't it,
you and iworking together?
We're sort of like the intellectual
butch and Sundance of the sgc.
Butch and Sundance
got corn ered and killed by the Bolivian army.
That's a good point. Yeah.
What? What? What? What?
We gottrouble.
What kind of trouble? What?
Think Bolivia.
Jaffa?
Th ey've made our position.
Keep working.
Concentrate, Jay, concentrate.
Just background noise.
How's it coming?
I'm feeling a little rushed.
There's not enough time.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
O'Neill. It's colonel O'Neill.
Thank god.
Colonel O'Neill, you would not believe—...
Thank god, it's you—...
Felger... felger. Felger!
What did I say about touching?
Absolutely. It's just that we were over there,
you know, they came from everywhere,
those guys, then you... Over there,
but now you're here.
How'd you manage this one, sir?
We got tired of waiting.
Major, doctor, welcome back.
Sir.
I trust
the solution you came up with is of a permanent nature?
Oh, yes, yes, not to worry, general.
I've modified the anti—virus
specifically to target and neutralize
the altered version of avenger,
but I've also added a little patch,
you know, justto ensure that no one will ever—...
The problem is solved, sir, permanently.
Dr. Jackson managed to getthe remaining inhabitants of 997
through to the Alpha site.
Good to hear it, sir.
What about colonel O'Neill andteal'c?
They found an alternate means of transport.
I promised the colonel iwouldn't say anything.
He wants it to be a surprise.
I was so worried about you.
It was no big deal.
Those Jaffa,
they could have killed you.
Not a chance, baby.
What is this?
Hi, guys.
I know we're not really supposed to be...
Fraternizing, but, hey.
Iturn my back for two seconds
and you take up with this trollop?
Ooh.
Don't blame me
just because you were never woman enough
to satisfy him.
That's it.
Ladies, please. No, this isn't really necessary.
Shh... don'ttalk.
Jay...
Jay?
Jay.
What? What?
What were you thinking about?
Nothing.