<blockquote>"What's your name?"
"Second Lieutenant John Sheppard, United States Air Force." He only needs to say it a few more times to make it seem real. Maybe a few more thousand times, just to be safe.
Scottish Guy blinks. "What's today's date?"
He frowns. It's a little hard to come up with. "The 27th?"
"And where are you?"
"The Academy, I think," he squints around at the big, high-ceilinged room full of beds and weird-looking equipment, "except this doesn't look like the cadet clinic."
The guy sighs and taps at his cheek. John notices he's wearing some kind of slim earpiece. "Doctor Weir," he says, "we may have a small problem."</blockquote>
