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7,549.

Oh, please. Prime.

4,021.

Ah, nice try.

Not prime.

Okay, Lieutenant Ford, 599.

I don't care if it's a prime number or not.

- Oh, come on. Yes or no?
- No.

It's incredible. 10 for 10.

- He's terrible.
- So I suck nat prime/not prime.

Somehow I'm going to sleep tonight.

At this point, it's gone way beyond
you not knowing your prime numbers.

It's a true/false game.

Statistically, just by guessing,
you should be getting at least half of these right.

Look, 993.

- Prime.
- Come on. That's an easy one.

Are you hearing this, Hays?

Not really.

I guess I've been too busy doing my job.

We've already been through
this section of Atlantis, Dr. Killjoy.

It's structurally sound.

Lieutenant Ford...

Would you mind being a subject of
research paper on statistical improbabilities?

This some sort of payback for guys like me
beating up guys like you in high school, right?

So, Rodney,
what's it like out there in the suburbs today?

Essentially, with the exception
of the upper-level storage room,

which the lovely and talented Dumais
informs me is in no immediate danger,

this pier is in relatively good shape.

Even after the flooding from the storm?

Well, it's dark, it's damp, and it smells terrible,

but from an engineering standpoint, we're good.

Head back.

Heading back.

All right, you clowns, listen up.

I don't often get a chance to say this, so savor it...

good work, boys and girls.

Let's go home.

Wait, wait, wait.

We're missing Johnson and Wagner.

Wagner, Johnson, what's your position?

We need backup!

- They're coming at us!
- What?

Where are they?

Down this corridor.

We're on our way.

Johnson.

Johnson, are you okay?

McKay... he's dead.

Johnson, what happened here?

- They got him.
- Who got him?

Calm down. There's nothing here.

Can't you see them?

They're everywhere!

Beckett, I need a medical team down here, stat.

It's no use.

She's gone.

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McKay, this is Dr. Beckett.

What exactly is the nature of the emergency?

It's too late.
They're gone.

- Who's gone? How?
- Wagner and Johnson.

I need a containment team here.

I'm sorry?

A containment team? Why?

People don't just see things
and drop dead, Lieutenant.

We've spent the last hour
surveying unexplored areas of the city.

I think Wagner and Johnson
were exposed to something.

And if they were infected,
there's a very good chance that we were too.

I recommend a level-four quarantine
until we know what we're dealing with.

Agreed. Carson, you hear all that?

Aye. We'll get into our hazmat gear and head down.

Sit tight. I'll make sure Dr. Weir is briefed.

Thank you very much.

Okay, you heard the man.
Follow me, ladies and gentlemen.

So wait, what? We're just going to stay here?

That's the plan. Yes.

May I say it's a terrible one?

No, you may not.

I think we should get the hell out of here.

If it is an airborne agent,
we may already be infected.

Heading back to the city would only
endanger the rest of the population.

But what if we're not infected yet?

There's no way of knowing.

But I feel fine. I feel perfectly fine!

End of discussion.

Peterson, we're staying here.

Actually, wait a second.

Everyone, follow me.

They've begun to institute a level-four quarantine.

It can't really be a biological infection, can it?

I have no idea what it is...

But I agree we should play it safe and initiate self-regulated
quarantine in all populated sections of the city.

That's pretty severe.

We've known for some time that
the Ancients suffered from a plague.

If McKay and his team have somehow
stumbled upon it and become infected,

we'll need to take every precaution
to prevent an outbreak.

All right.

We will suspend any and all gate activity
and keep everyone where they are,

again, just until we have a clearer picture
of exactly what it is that killed Wagner and Johnson.

- You have not been practicing.
- Yes, I have.

If this was really a fight...

if this was really a fight,
I would have shot you by now.

You know, no matter how many hours I put into this,
you're still going to kick my ass.

It is not for the winning that we practice.

Well, what's the point?

May I have everyone's attention, please.

We've run into a questionable medical situation,
and at Dr. Beckett's suggestion,

we have decided to put the city into
a self-regulated quarantine.

For at least the next couple of hours,
I need everyone to stay where they are

and report anyone moving freely through the halls.

I hope you understand. Thank you.

What the hell is this?

Did you bring your radio?

Isn't this the same section
Wagner and Johnson were exploring?

Yes.

So we're retracing their steps?

That's right. Don't worry.
My motivations are based entirely on self-preservation.

Wait, wait, wait.

Ford's right.
Doesn't this increase our chances of getting infected?

All right.

Let me spell this out for you, okay?

If there is a bacterial agent and it is not airborne,

then it should be relatively safe
for us to look around

as long as we take the proper precautions.

However...

if it is an airborne agent, then there's a
very good chance we've already been infected.

Well, shouldn't we wait for Dr. Beckett to decide that?

Those men were only down there for 12 hours.

Even if they were infected right away,
that's an alarmingly short incubation period.

Now, if anyone else is infected...
as in, oh, I don't know, maybe us,

seconds are going to count, Lieutenant.

All right, light.

Let's go.

Everybody, stay here.

Ford.

- You just told me...
- Everybody except Ford stay here.

You think I'm going in there by myself?

Don't touch anything.

This is not good.

I'm ranking military officer here.

Yes, I'm aware of that, Major.

You were off radio, and we had to act quickly.

Now, this is all protocol that was put into place

long before this expedition even began.

Bates is here with me,
and we agreed this was the best plan of action.

All right. All right.

Teyla and I are coming up to join you.

We're in a self-regulated quarantine, Major.

Everyone stays where they are.

They're nearly a mile away on the east pier.

Do you really think I'm in any sort of danger
walking from here to the control room?

At this point, we don't know
where they contracted the virus.

This is a medical situation, John.

Only authorized personnel in
hazmat suits are allowed to roam freely.

Those rules apply to everyone, including you.

Well, then get someone to bring me a hazmat suit.

Everyone in hazmat is busy configuring
the lab to deal with a possible outbreak.

Now, if an opportunity arises,
I will send someone to come get you,

but in the meantime, radio contact will have to do.

All right.

Just... keep us in the loop.

Will do.

Any number of these smashed and open containers could
have released the virus that killed Johnson and Wagner.

And how would something like that
survive for all these years?

Viruses can remain dormant for long periods.

I'm hoping the answer will be found in the database.

- Okay, I think that we have to...
- Yes, yes, yes.

Doesn't appear to be networked in
with the rest of the Ancient systems.

In fact, if you look, it only contains information

about the experiments that took place in this room.

Weir, it's McKay.

Go ahead, Rodney.

- Where's Beckett?
- On his way.

It takes some time to load
a whole medical team into suits.

Well, we seem to have stumbled across
something that I find... a little troubling.

That's not what I wanted to hear.

I think we may have found an ancient viral lab.

Wagner and Johnson must have been exposed here.

Now, it'd take weeks to sift through all this data,

and there's no way of knowing whether the Ancients

were just studying the viruses
or actively creating them...

Either way, the storm has done
quite a number on this place,

and I've got...

It's all over you!

They're all over you!
They're all over you!

Get her off.

Tell Beckett to pick up the pace.

I've just lost another member of our team.

Where's Peterson?

What?

Peterson.

Yes, okay, I think we have him.

He's trying to make his way back.

It should be okay.

Grodin is locking all the doors in the hallway
and killing power to the entire section.

You need to send someone to stop him.

It's under control, Rodney...

No, Elizabeth, it's not under control.

He knows almost as much about
Ancient technology as I do.

At the very most,
what you're doing will just slow him down.

Where does that hallway lead?

Straight here.

Peterson, this is Elizabeth Weir.

Can you hear me?

I can't imagine how frightening
this whole ordeal must be,

but Dr. Beckett has reached the rest
of your team and begun to treat them.

Now, I think the best thing
for you to do is to head back.

If Beckett gives you a clean bill of health, we'll make
sure you get back to the city as soon as possible.

Are you sure he can hear me?

Positive.

Can you do anything to make it harder
to get through those doors?

I can try.

Well, you seem perfectly fine.

Well, Dumais seemed fine right up
to the point where she wasn't.

I've had them set up
a small field station down the corridor.

We've already started the autopsies.

Any ideas?

From what we can tell,
you're all in good shape, so I wouldn't...

stop trying to convince me I'm fine, Carson.

I think we all know better.

- I was just trying to...
- Are we done here?

Yes.

I'm going to see what I can get from the database.

Let me know what the autopsy shows up.

All right.

Oh, and tell your pathologists
to start with their heads.

Someone has to do something.

We are doing something.

Grodin's working on a plan to limit door controls...

That's not good enough.
Someone has to go out there and stop him.

Teyla and I are ready.

Major, we've been...

Peterson obviously isn't thinking straight,
and he's endangering the entire population of the city.

We don't yet know the nature
of the virus we're dealing with.

This is still a medical situation.

We don't have time for this. I'm heading out.

Grodin, seal the gym.

What the hell is this?

You said so yourself.
You are the ranking military officer.

I can't chance you getting infected.

I can't chance you getting infected. Bates?

Yes, sir.

Unlock the gym.

Yes, sir.

Stand down, Bates.

You are not in command here, Major.

Well, we'll agree to disagree.

Bates, open the door.

Don't.

Elizabeth, he's heading right for you.

So we'll stop him.

We'll talk him down, we'll block his way...

Sergeant Bates, I am ordering you to open up
the doors between the gym and the med lab right now.

We're heading out.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

Doesn't really matter now, does it?

Dr. Beckett?

I have the preliminary autopsy results
on the first two victims, Sir.

Anything of interest?

They both died of a ruptured saccular brain aneurysm,

which, in and of itself, isn't all that remarkable.

I mean, sure, the chances of two people
standing next to each other

and dying of it is statistically improbable, yes,

but it's not the smoking gun we were hoping for,
because I know you said...

Get to the good part, Dr. Biro.

Sorry, Sir.

What's truly interesting
is that both ruptures happened

in exactly the same place,
right above the visual cortex.

And the third one? Dumais?

Just getting to her now, sir.

I'll let you know.

She did say, "brain aneurysm," right?

That's right.

That's the best news I've heard all day.
Let me show you something.

You should not have undermined Dr. Weir's
authority in front of sergeant Bates.

Sometimes, Elizabeth makes a decision
early on and gets locked into it. That's a problem.

She is not the only one who suffers
from that affliction.

Dr. Weir, this is Sheppard.

Teyla and I are ready to head out.

What's Peterson's location?

Elizabeth.

He's in section E-19, level three.

Let's head out.

I haven't read the entire entry
because it's incredibly long,

but this looks like our guy.

Six-hour hibernation,
recurring visions, and, best of all,

so I've left it to last...
brain hemorrhage or aneurysms.

That definitely sounds familiar.

Maybe there's something in here about how to...

No!

Sorry.

Rodney.

I've been seeing things.

Since when?

About an hour.

First you think it's just your eyes
playing tricks on you, but eventually...

they get worse.

You too?

They come right at you.

It's like a ghost.

I've been going over the survey schedule.

Johnson and Wagner started off on their own,

but then crossed paths with Dumais an hour later.

Dumais died almost exactly
an hour after Johnson and Wagner.

Who did they meet up with next?

My greater concern is who Dumais met up with next.

Dumais?

Who did she run into?

Me.

She ran into Hays...

and me.

We're next.

Dr. Peterson, I presume?

I'm not going back there.

You don't have much of a choice.

Easy...

I go back there, I get infected. That's murder.

Once we ensure that you are not infected,

you will be allowed back into the city.

Until then, you are a threat
to the rest of the population.

You won't shoot a member of your own team.

Peterson, you will not be allowed
to go back to the city.

Wait, wait. Just wait a second.

Take me back to the med lab.
just quarantine me there. I'll go voluntarily.

Just, please, don't make me go back there.

Really, I'm fine. I feel perfectly fine.

Dr. Weir, this is Sheppard.

Peterson has agreed to go back to the med lab
until we can get the situation resolved.

Stop!

Oh, my god!

He's been shot.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Ancient controls are unresponsive.

I'm getting reports that Peterson
transported into the mess hall.

For some reason, we can't follow him.

The city has taken over...

put us into a lockdown.

- Override it.
- I can't.

Atlantis must be designed
to respond to outbreaks automatically.

The city initiated a lockdown when Peterson
transported out of the east side.

Why now?

Why not when Johnson and Wagner became infected?

The city's detection systems might have been
affected by the flooding in those areas...

But once Peterson entered the mess hall,

the pathogen was almost instantly
detected by automated systems,

and the city protected itself.

All right, what are my options?

Limited.

As of now, we're completely
locked out of the mainframe.

Is this really necessary?
I am about to die of a brain aneurysm.

How does being attached to a heart monitor help?

If you die like the others,
we'll have a better idea of how.

At that point, I will cease to care.

There are a lot of other people
that live in the city, man.

Yes, the living.

I thought we were in a lockdown.

Why'd that open up for us?

Weir, this is Sheppard.

Were you able to get the transporters online or not?

It doesn't look promising.

Atlantis itself seems to have somehow sensed
a threat and taken over most of the controls.

So it shut down the transporters?

That's right.

Well, I wish we would have thought of that.

We did think of that, Major.

That entire section had to be powered up
for you to open the door to Peterson.

In fact, if you hadn't gone after him,

he wouldn't have been able to use the transporters.

Do you still feel it was a good idea?

Where'd he transport to?

The mess hall.

Thankfully, everyone else respected the quarantine.

There's only a handful of people there.

All right, you've made your point.

Make your way back to the city.

Wait in Beckett's lab for further instructions.

Dr. Beckett?

Any progress, Dr. Biro?

Just finished Dumais' autopsy.

Would it surprise you to learn she died of a ruptured

brain aneurysm above the visual cortex, sir?

No, it wouldn't. Thank you, Doctor.

Didn't think so.

You know, the position of
the rupture could explain the visions.

Swelling in that area before the breakage

could absolutely account for the hallucinations.

Look, I'm no M.D., but wouldn't brain
swelling on the visual cortex

just mean that we experience
washes of color or weird visual anomalies?

It would depend on the person.

Yeah, that's my point.

All of our visions are so similar.

If they're the result of arterial swelling,

wouldn't the visions we experience be more random?

Most likely.

Yeah, well, the things we're seeing
are pretty damn identical.

You think it might have
something to do with the nature...

Hays, it's not real. Remember, it's not real.

They're coming right at us! Can't you see them?

His heart rate's spiked, but aside from that...

Don't say "fine!" He's not fine. Do something!

There's nothing to do.

One, two,

three, four,

five...

one, two,

- three, four, five.
- Stop.

It's not his heart.

...stop.

How are you feeling?

I'm...

I'm...

Listen, I have a sister.

- We're not close. I don't even know how you'd find her.
- Don't talk like that.

She's the only family I really have,
so someone should tell her what happened...

And make it sound good, okay?

Tell her I died saving someone... kids.

I died saving kids, a bunch of them...

And, Zelenka, I got some theories on looping
the power in the gate to charge a dummy ZPM.

It probably won't work, but you should have someone
look at it, because it might lead somewhere else.

We'll look at it together.

You seriously have
to stop interrupting my last thoughts.

I mean, this is important stuff you need to hear.

Now... if you're here for more than a year,

I've left some notes on how to roll blackouts

to effectively maintain your power requirements and...

Tell everyone that I was inches
away from a theory of unification,

but the notes, they were lost when I died saving the...

- kids.
- Yeah.

I should be dead now.

You ran into Dumais at the same time?

Exactly the same time.

Then, yes, you should be dead.

Oh, god.

I'm still here.

Yes, you are.

Interesting.

Interesting?

Don't take this the wrong way, but...

why?

Exactly.

Well, I don't care.

I mean, I really don't care.

Dr. Weir?

Yes, Major?

We've reached the city.

But we haven't hit the city's quarantine.

Are you sure it's locked you out?

Pretty sure. I can't even get into my office.

It hasn't giving us any trouble yet.

Hazmat suits. They're protected.

What?

The city must be capable of sensing
they're in no danger of infection.

It makes sense, actually.

This way, Atlantis allows
protected personnel to assist the infected.

If that is the case,
we should make our way to the mess hall.

I imagine everyone there will be
very scared and confused.

I agree.

Get to the mess hall and report back.

Are you certain you really want to see this, Rodney?

It's too accurate.

How can something organic be that efficient?

Again, we're in the middle of another galaxy.

Just because it's out of the ordinary for us

doesn't mean it's not commonplace here.

No, no, no, I don't buy that.

Most of the habitable planets
we've encountered thus far

are carbon copies of earth in terms
of environmental conditions.

Unless...

I'll be back.

What's up, Rodney?

Incubation to completion is exactly six hours.

The visions are identical for all the infected,

and the location of the aneurysm is
the same for every single deceased.

Is that what I think it is?

It's a nanovirus, one manufactured to kill humans.

A nanovirus?

That's right.

Okay, let's pretend I don't know exactly what that is.

Nano technology... it's technology
that operates on a nanite scale.

It's around a billionth of a millimeter.

Basically, they're microscopic machines that are able
to carry out very specific tasks suited for their size.

It's the whole idea of being able to swallow a pill

and having a million little robots
go to work and cure whatever ails you.

You're all infected with microscopic machines?

Yeah, they're no bigger than a single-celled organism,

although instead of having
a sole purpose of curing a disease

or mending a blood vessel...

The virus is programmed to terrorize its victims

by tapping into their visual cortex
and then rupturing an artery in their brain.

Infecting others along the way as they can.

There's one good thing.

I doubt they can multiply...

I don't know how many nanites
it takes to kill a human,

but eventually,
I imagine they'll spread themselves too thin.

Could it be Wraith?

That would definitely be my first guess.

I'm not so sure about that.

But the visions, the shrill sound
you told me they make when they...

I'll give you that they're equally terrifying,

but why would the Wraith even
create the equivalent of a WMD?

They're killing us not because
they sadistically want us dead,

but because they need to consume us for food.

Look, it would be like the equivalent of cattle
farmers creating mad cow disease. I don't buy it.

You did come across it in an Ancient lab.

What, so, wiping out the Wraith's food
supply is a last-ditch consideration?

I don't believe that for a moment.

The ancients would never create something like this.

That doesn't explain the visions, either.

Okay, for the moment, who built the virus
is really the least of our concerns.

Good point.

We have yet to determine how one contracts the virus.

It is very possible that
none of you have been infected.

Then why are you in hazmat suits?

Just as a precaution.

Major Sheppard, this is McKay.

What is it?

I could use your help at my lab.

Go. I will be fine.

Hays and I were infected at the same time.

There's only one thing that explains why I survived.

Rodney has the ancient gene. Hays did not.

But Rodney's not an Ancient.

Aye, but he's been inoculated with the A.T.A. Gene.

You're saying the virus
is designed to only kill humans?

Well, I'm human.

Yes, yes.

We're making a point, Rodney.

So we give everyone the gene therapy?

No, that's not going to do it.

I've already been given the gene weeks ago.

It didn't take.

I know. I'm already on it.

The gene therapy is
only effective in 48% of recipients.

If I was given the gene shot right now,

how long would it take to kick in?

A minimum of four hours.

Well, I don't have four hours!

I met up with McKay and Hays
90 minutes after they met up with Dumais.

I have... a little under an hour
before my brain explodes.

Hayden, listen to me.

You've been up for almost 20 hours now.

You're not thinking straight. Just try to stay calm.

Calm?

You told me I have a million tiny robots

running through my veins whose
only purpose is to terrorize and kill me.

You stay calm.

We are about to have hallucinations.

We are infected, Carson.

How do you expect us to act?

There's got to be another way.

I've already told you, I am working on it.

All right, McKay. I'm here.

Do you see it?

Is it the big thing in the middle of the room?

Yeah, that's the one.

Should I pay attention to all these warnings?

Not today, no.

What are you going to do?

Well, as small as they are, the nanovirus is still
effectively just a machine run by a computer.

The best way to knock out a computer
is with an electromagnetic pulse.

Thankfully, that's something we can do.

We're about through shutting down
all the electronic gear we brought from earth.

We're still locked out of the Ancient controls, though.

There's no way to power them down.

Well, it's not going to be necessary.

The Ancient technology works differently than ours.

An E.M. Pulse shouldn't have
any long-lasting effect on it.

We're ready.

We're all set, Rodney.

Okay... here we go.

Wait.

How will we know if it works?

Well, Sheppard's dialing up the most
powerful pulse the generator can manage.

It probably won't make it all the way down here,

but it should affect most of the central tower.

I imagine once it wipes out the virus,

the city should return control
of it to you and end the lockdown.

It won't make it here?

If the pulse works, it'll simply be a matter
of walking you down to my lab,

sitting you down in front of the EMP,
and repeating the process.

Major?

It's working. When I should hit the discharge button?

Okay, there should be a red overload light.

Yeah, I see it.

Wait till it comes on,
give it a good 10-count, and then discharge.

A 10-count?

Don't worry.

I've probably been around more EMPs than anyone.

This is going to be...

going to be fine, right?

Yes, that's a yes.

You'll be fine.

Anything?

Is it possible it might take some time?

Doubtful.

Are you still locked out of the Ancient mainframe?

Got any other ideas?

29 minutes.

It didn't work. It didn't work.

It is still unclear.

What's unclear?

Either it worked or it didn't.

They are trying to determine...

They're everywhere!

You are experiencing a hallucination.

Oh, my god.

I've already tried that. It's blown.

That is before we reset the sub-switch.

Well, maybe we shouldn't have overloaded it so much.

Look, it's fixable. It's fixable.

We just need to use a little trial and error.

Look, even if we get this thing working,

who's to say the pulse is going to get any bigger?

All right, Ford and Zelenka have 20 minutes
before their arteries rupture.

Are you sure an EMP will kill this thing?

Yes.

All right, I have an idea.

What do you mean, "no"?

It's too dangerous.

You'd rather lose a third of our population?

We're not there yet, Major.

We are there!

Ford and Zelenka are next.

The people in the mess hall have
a little over three hours.

This is a full-blown outbreak.

People are going to keep dying unless we do this.

Even if we were able to get
the EMP generator back online,

the chances are slim that we would
ever be able to get it powerful enough.

Can we bring the infected to the generator?

We can't.

The city won't let infected personnel
through any of the doors.

The major is right.

The only way to create an EMP
strong enough to wipe these little guys out is...

to detonate a nuclear explosion in the atmosphere, yes.

I heard the first time.

I know it sounds severe,

but if the major was able to overload
a naquadah generator 20 miles above the city,

we'd be perfectly safe from a radiological standpoint,

and the ensuing blast would be capable of creating
a devastating electromagnetic shock wave.

Definitely enough to knock this virus out.

Hopefully without destroying
all our own computer equipment.

It's worth the risk.

Okay, you have a go.

I'm almost in position.

Understood.

Will the E.M. Pulse have any
effect on the puddle jumper?

I'm hoping not.

Either way, I'm more worried about the shock wave.

Good luck.

You too.

You're only going to have 30 seconds
once you release it before it explodes.

You need to get as far away as you can.

Get as far away from
the nuclear explosion as possible.

That's good advice, Rodney. Thanks.

You're welcome.

I'm releasing the generator...

now.

Detonation in 25 seconds.

20 seconds...

15 seconds...

detonation in 10...

nine, eight, seven...

six...

five...

four, three, two...

one.

Major Sheppard, come in.

This is Weir. Please respond.

Communications may have been disrupted by the blast.

Major, do you read me?

This is Sheppard.

I've cleared the blast.

I'm returning home.

Glad to hear it, Major.

Did it work?

We're about to find out.

We should know almost right away.

The pulse only lasts a couple of microseconds...

The city is already ahead of us, Rodney.

You have a green light to return.

You all right?

You okay?

Yeah, just a little nuke. Nothin', really.

The naquadah generator plan was very clever.

- Good work.
- Thank you.

Now I'm going to bed.

We need to discuss what happened earlier.

Now?

That can never happen again.

Look, I'm sorry about...

I understand your expertise in military matters,

and I agree that I should defer
to those expertise in such situations...

Thank you.

But you are not the one who decides what is
and what is not a military situation.

Now, both general O'Neill and colonel Sumner

warned me that you don't respect
the proper chain of command.

Sometimes, I see a situation
a little different than you.

No, listen to me, John.

Now, you endangered yourself
and the lives of many others.

Because I thought it was
the best course of action to take,

and, by the way, I saved your ass.

I know you did...

but you have to trust me.

I do.

Do you?

You guys have a minute?

We've been able to spend some
quality time with the nanovirus samples.

From what we can tell,
they've all been incapacitated.

Well, that's good news.

Yes, also, upon further investigation,

I think we can rule out that
they were created by the Wraith.

They're different than any Wraith technology
we've come across thus far.

If not the Wraith...

then who made them?

I honestly don't know.

Whoever they were, let's just hope
that they're not still around.

Let's hope.