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So, let me ask you something.

As a scientist, does it bother you that most of your work,

no matter how brilliant,

will eventually be considered misguided?

'Cause that would bother me. I'm sorry?

Well, given enough time, everything's pretty much proven wrong, right?

Everything from the earth being flat,

to the sun revolving around us.

Well, if you wanna go back hundreds of years.

Scientists get it wrong more times than they get it right.

Take the tomato.

Excuse me?

Well, after the conquest of Mexico in 1519,

tomatoes were carried eastward to Europe,

where they were believed to be poisonous.

Shouldn't you be concentrating on what you're doing?

I got it covered, you worry about you.

I am worried about me.

This is first flight this thing has had since it was shot down and repaired.

It deserves all of your attention.

It made it to the mainland.

If anything was gonna go wrong,

it would have gone wrong by now.

It took the Italians, and the Spaniards, to realize

that tomatoes are, in fact, delicious.

Good for them.

Columbus was Spanish, he figured out the earth was round.

He was Italian. So, I wonder what it is

that makes Spaniards so good at debunking bad science?

You're not Spanish, are you?

Oh, yes, of the Barcelona mckays!

Now, if you don't mind...

(Rumbling)

What is it, turbulence?

The inertial dampeners on this thing should have smoothed that out.

(Alarms beeping) What the hell?

Right drive pod's intermittently switching to reverse thrust.

Cut it. I can drive with just the left pod.

It's not recognizing any of my commands.

Brace for impact. What?

We're going down.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Zelenka: Griffin, McKay, come in, please.

Jumper 6, come in, please.

Griffin, McKay, come in, please.

Yeah, we're here.

Rodney, thank god, we thought you...

I've been trying to get hold of you for over an hour.

Find Dr. Weir, and tell her I've made contact.

Hey, hey, hey, you okay?

Not so good, no.

Zelenka: Are you all right?

I think we could both use an extended stay in the infirmary.

What the hell happened?

The jumper you were flying dropped off our screens.

You crashed into the ocean.

Yes, yes, yes, we...

We're underwater. Yes, you are.

And how are you gonna find us?

We've determined the direction of your radio signal,

but not the range.

How deep are we?

One, two, zero, zero and falling.

Radek, you're gonna have to hurry it up.

We are already 1,200 feet deep,

and sinking at a rate of about

20 feet a minute.

Zelenka: Very impressive.

Excuse me?

Well, we always theorized that the jumpers could be utilized as submersibles.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, I theorized it.

But 1,200 feet...

It's almost the maximum depth of a nuclear-powered submarine.

We're not so keen on setting any records right now, so just...

(Static crackling)

(Glass shattering)

That's a problem.

Canyournove? Yeah.

Mcka y: Radek, the windshield's giving way to the pressure of the ocean!

Move into the rear compartment,

the seal should be able to hold.

One step ahead of you.

No, no, no, no, no!

The crash probably damaged all sorts of systems.

Maybe if you were more focused on flying

than enlightening me on the history of tomatoes...

Well, your focus didn't get the drive pod to shut off,

I'm still not blaming you.

Yeah, because it's not my fault!

I've got an idea. What are you doing?

Good luck, Rodney.

No, what are you doing?

Griffin! Griffin!

Why did he do that? Why would you do that?

(Creaking)

Wide open fields.

Wide open fields. Wide open fields.

You are not stuck in a metal casket

underthousands of feet of water.

You are in a wide open field.

There. Now.

Right.

Zelenka.

Radek, it's Rodney. Come in, please.

Radek?

Jumper's radio transmitter is in the forward section,

which is now flooded with water,

which means that you have no way to contact the surface,

which means that they have no way to triangulate your position.

Okay. All right. Been in worse situations.

Just because you can't think of them right now,

doesn't make it any less true.

Okay, you're not dead yet.

All right, you can fix this problem,

you just need to work one step at a time.

Now, gotta find some light. So...

All right. And...

(Exclaiming) Light! I have the light.

Now...

I thought you said life support could sustain them for days.

I said life support would most likely sustain them for days.

I... I had no idea the ship would sink so quickly,

or that the cockpit would flood.

That's when you lost contact?

If they didn't make it to the rear compartment in time...

They made it.

Still, they're going to be much harder to locate,

now that they're no longer broadcasting.

Then find another way.

Look, even if we do locate them, our options are limited.

They're already deeper than a rescue jumper's windshield can handle.

I'll handle the rescue, you just worry about finding them.

I've already got some ideas.

All right, we're on a clock, let's get back to work.

(Groans)

(Creaking)

I'm dropping 20 feet a minute.

So, pressure increases by one atmosphere every 33 feet,

so that's an additional atmosphere every minute and a half,

which means

I'm currently under 37 atmospheres worth of pressure, and counting.

Oh, my! That is a lot. That's...

Okay, I've gotta slow down.

Okay, I've got to stop sinking.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Send a message first.

Yeah.

Check and see if you can get the radio transmitter up and running,

because they can't find you if you can't tell them where you are.

Come on, McKay, prioritize. Here we go.

Now. All right.

Here we go. There. Right, so...

(Beeping)

There we are.

Okay, now, how's our radio transmitter?

(Beeping)

Yes, I know that,

so activate emergency

transmitter protocol.

Now, we're broadcasting a signal.

All it needs to do is penetrate 1,400 feet of ocean,

which means that a whopping 3% of the signal will reach the surface,

so... so boost... boost the signal.

How much power we got to work with here?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Three hours?

What's eating my power?

I'm working with flashlights here.

(Beeping)

Inertial dampeners are active? Well, why? I don't need them.

Shut down inertial dampeners.

Oh, come on!

They are draining what little power I have left here.

(Grunts)

You do not need inertial dampeners while you sink!

Now.

You are a piece ofjunk!

I'm gonna die.

Okay, so we know the direction

which the initial radio signal came from, right?

So, that places them on this line here.

Now, unfortunately, ocean currents could have pulled them

in either direction, either this way, or that way.

So the area they are in

is approximately here.

Now, Dr. Bryce, here, has been studying the ancient database

in regards to the ocean,

and this particular area is between 2,000 and 6,000 feet deep.

6,000 feet. We'll never be able to get down that far.

Yes, I know, which is why we have to find them before it gets there.

They were already at 1,200 feet and falling, what, 20 feet a minute?

Uh, yes, that's right.

That at least gives us a place to start.

Yes. So, let's begin.

(Beeping)

I'm freezing. Why am I so cold?

Oh, no.

I haven't lost that much blood, have I?

Of course, it could have something to do with

the billion or so gallons of freezing water

you're surrounded by, you idiot.

All right. I need to heat this thing,

and I don't want it to cost me a lot of power.

Can we at least do that, please? All right.

Ah! There you go. See?

I'm not greedy, I just don't wanna freeze to death.

Oh, come on! A little heat's gonna cost me 40 minutes?

Is that really how you want this to go down, huh?

You wanna freeze me to death?

You're sure you wouldn't rather I imploded with you, you... you... you lemon?

Do you even have an opinion anyways, you, you... no!

Why? Because you are an inanimate object, huh?

Does that stop me from talking to you?

Oh, no, no, no, no, my inanimate friend,

because I have been struck upon the head, you see?

There. So...

20 minutes of power, for just enough heat

to stave off hypothermia.

You drive a hard bargain, my friend,

but, uh, you got a deal.

I just made a deal with you.

A deal.

Let's make a deal. You got a deal.

That's not funny.

What's wrong with me?

(Panting) It's, uh,

euphoria, elation,

overconfidence. It's hypoxia.

I'm gonna dial up the co2 scrubbers, or I'm gonna die of hypoxia.

(Laughing)

That is so funny.

Sheppard: All right, listen. Take this corner,

take it over here, move it over here.

What's all this?

This is my plan.

Yeah, I figured that much. You care to elaborate?

Well, doctors Moore and mcnab are here to study the ocean

on m8r-169, which happens to be under a thick sheet of ice,

so they brought a 1,000-foot cable, and a pretty powerful winch,

to lower their instruments. Okay.

And Edgar over here, is responsible for the magnetic grapple

designed to lower the f-302s into our jumper bay.

And you intend to put the two together.

Like chocolate and peanut butter.

Is the mechanism really strong enough

to lift a half-flooded jumper out of the water?

Not a chance. Well, then why are you...

Because we don't have to. We just have to get near enough to the surface

so we can get McKay and Griffin out

with a cutting team and rescue divers.

Good. How long?

A couple hours.

You and Rodney have been bugging me for a chance to try out a jumper

as a submersible, but you sure went a hell of a long way

to make me say yes.

Well, you still haven't said it yet.

I just did.

Oh, uh, how close is Zelenka to finding them?

I'm gonna go ask him.

(Panting)

(Beeping)

Co2 scrubbers operating at 100%.

Well, at least something is.

Now, let's see if I can...

Why do they have to make these things so small?

Look, I need to be the one on the surface

saving the poor bastard stuck down here,

not actually be the poor bastard stuck down here.

By the time Zelenka comes up with a plan, I'll have died of old age.

(Creature moaning)

(Creaking)

Hello?

Are you friendly, or are you hungry?

'Cause I am pretty sure that this thing is an instant case of indigestion, so...

(Creature moaning)

It was the transmitter.

It must be broadcasting at a... at a frequency you can hear.

(Rumbling)

Poor little fella. Poor little fella.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry if I'm bugging you,

but, uh, but I kind of need to leave this thing on for a bit, you know.

Maybe you could tell my friends where I am. You could, uh...

Could you do that, huh? Could you go for help, huh?

Could you do that?

What am I doing?

Well, I'm treating an alien whale like Lassie.

Look, okay, if you're not gonna help, then just swim on by!

Swim.

Maybe the jumper can swim.

Okay.

Cockpit is inaccessible,

and most of the control conduits run back here,

so if you were really meant to be submersible,

then your drive pods should function underwater, too, huh?

Which means I could fly you from back here.

Well, not fly, but I could surface.

I mean, if I get close to the surface,

then the emergency transmitter won't have to penetrate so much ocean.

Okay! Now we're getting somewhere.

Mmm-hmm.

How we doing?

Well, we're making progress, slowly.

Show me.

Well, we've started with the likely location of the jumper,

based on the numbers we got

while triangulating its position

during its brief radio contact with us.

We then estimate how far off-course it has been taken, if at all,

by the various currents, slipstreams, underwater rivers

that the jumper may, or may not, have run into.

We then add its descent speed at various rates.

That's all you've got?

You haven't narrowed the search area at all.

No, no. In fact, we've increased it slightly.

And how does that count as progress?

Because we're no longer guessing.

We now know definitely that the jumper is somewhere in this area.

Okay.

Elizabeth, even if we do find them,

there's no way... Sheppard's working on a grapple system

that should be able to raise the jumper.

Really? Really.

It's gonna be ready in a couple of hours, I need you to be.

This little keyboard is killing me.

All starting to blur together. I need a new set of eyes.

Carter: Let me take a look.

Did I just... yes, you did.

Sam?

Don't worry, Rodney, we're gonna get you out of here.

How did you... how are you...

It's good to see you, too, McKay.

Oh, I've lost it. I have completely lost it.

No, you haven't.

You're not real. You are not real. You are not real.

Of course I'm not real.

I'm sorry?

I'm three million light years away, with problems of my own.

Yeah, well, so what are you doing here?

You're hallucinating.

Oh, and how am I doing that, hmm?

Right. Is it that bad?

The way I see it, you're scared.

You're a little panicked, you're a lot lonely.

You knew you could use some help,

so your subconscious is manifesting

the one person you know is smarter than you.

Oh, I don't think so.

Oh, don't start with me, McKay.

You are very clever, I would even give you brilliant,

but there is brilliant, and then there's me.

Every time we've worked together,

you've been wrong and I've been right.

Even if that were true, and no one is saying that it is,

the fact that you could assert...

Why else would I be here? I don't know,

maybe one last romp before I die.

"One last romp"? Please.

We never... Okay, one first romp,

but it's romping that comes to mind, not your brains, blondie.

Now, you've got to admit, I am a handsome man, standing...

You're essentially arguing with yourself.

You realize that, right?

Your mind is creating me.

What?

What else am I hallucinating? What do you mean?

Well, if you're not real, what is?

I mean, how... how... how do I tell the difference?

How do I know that any of these readings I've been taking are correct?

You're not that far gone.

No, no, no, no, no.

I... I am unconscious in the infirmary.

(Stuttering) I'm fine, this is just a post-traumatic nightmare.

So come on, wake up, wake up, wake up.

(Groans)

No, no, no, see, you really are in the back of a sinking jumper.

Your readings are correct.

You knew you could use some help,

and you've got a pretty bad concussion, so...

So, here you are.

Here I am.

I suppose that's comforting,

in a terrified-for-my- mental-health kind of way.

Why don't you show me what you've done so far.

Oh, right. Right.

Three miles is a very searchable area.

You narrowed it down, radek.

Did a good job.

It's too deep. Your grapple's only got 1,000 feet of cable.

Yeah, we know the jumper should be able to dive at least 1,000,

so if he's above 2,000, we should still be able to get him with the grapple.

And if he is deeper?

He probably is.

The area we're searching goes to 6,000.

Sheppard: When the wraith attacked the city,

you were able to turn the shield into a cloak.

Zelenka: Yes? Why can't we do the opposite?

Turn the jumper's cloak into a shield? That's right.

That would hold back the water, yes,

but it would take significantly more power.

Well, we shut down everything we don't need.

But it would take hours to reconfigure.

Take what we need, we'll make the changes down there.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no. I... I cannot possibly... no.

Radek. I... I... I can't even swim.

There's not a lot of swimming under 1,000 feet of ocean.

Look, I'm not gonna order you to go.

I will.

All I'm saying, is that if Rodney can't turn to you, who can he turn to?

Right.

Give me a few minutes, and I'll get my gear.

(Creaking)

Now, given I have a limited amount of time to execute my plan

before power levels drop too low,

but provided that the, uh, coding is correct, we surface,

and at that point, they should be able to pick up

our regular radio signal, and then come pick me up.

How much power would that kill?

I don't know, most of it?

Well, that's a bad idea, then.

Well, what if it doesn't work?

Well, then...

Then I'm dead. Exactly. Bad plan.

Oh, you're right.

I should proceed with one of the other hundreds

of possible options available to me.

Look, I'm not saying that I have a better idea...

Well, what do you want me to do, nothing?

Yes. Oh, brilliant.

Stay warm, stay breathing, stay alive as long as you can.

Give your team the biggest window of opportunity possible.

Window of opportunity for what?

For rescuing you.

Even if they could find me,

which given underwater currents

and multiple possible entry sites is next to impossible,

how are they gonna get me out of here, huh?

They'll find a way.

No, they won't. You and I both know

that the one person who can figure it all out

is stuck in the back of a sinking jumper.

Oh, touché.

Look, I hear what you're saying,

and I'm telling you, you're wrong.

You have some very smart, very motivated people on the surface,

and the only thing any of them are working on right now, is rescuing you.

Oh, come on. They are planning my memorial service.

If your plan fails, and it probably will,

you could jeopardize their plan.

You gonna help me, or not?

I'll help you stay alive as long as possible,

but no, I'm not helping you with this plan.

So, my own hallucination is saying no to me?

You must realize, subconsciously,

that you need to be talked out of this.

I can't even hallucinate right today.

All right. Above the search coordinates.

Okay.

It should transition seamlessly.

All right, then.

Here goes nothing.

I, uh...

I wouldn't. You wouldn't what?

Sorry, I... I forgot, I'm not helping.

No, no, no. Did you see something?

Did I make a mistake?

(Stuttering) Seriously, if you saw something, just tell me.

You're messing with me. Sorry?

You're trying to slow me down.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play mind games with me.

I am a mind game.

Okay, you're not gonna help me,

just stay on your side of the jumper.

(Rumbling)

What now, huh?

Feels like we hit the bottom.

Oh, really?

Well, this is good.

Well, the chances of us imploding are much slimmer.

But, Rodney... no, no, no, no, no. No buts, okay?

Can I not at least take a moment to enjoy the one bit of good luck I've had all day?

This isn't good. Look, just...

Just... shut up!

I mean, you come in here, you don't help me,

you say the one plan I've got is bad,

you... you claim to be a creation of my mind,

and yet you are in no way dressed provocatively!

Look.

(Water trickling)

Oh, it's always been there.

No, it hasn't.

The impact with the ocean floor

must have created a micro-fissure in the hull.

We're taking on water.

Atlantis, this is Sheppard, come in.

Weir: We can barely hear you, John.

We're gonna lose you altogether when we get deeper,

so now is a good time to wish us luck.

Good luck, then.

Sheppard: (Distorted voice) We'll contact you as soon as we head back to the surface.

Have the divers on jumper 8 standing by.

Will do. Weir out.

What do you think, radek?

About what?

We're underwater. I always wanted to try this.

Yes, yes, yes,

just make sure not under too much water.

I've leveled out, and holding steady at 990 feet.

How's it coming?

All I'm getting is sporadic life-sign readings.

As in sea monster life signs?

(Rumbling)

We're gonna need those shields up and running.

Yes, well, then stop talking, please.

Will do.

(Gasps)

It's funny, because, actually, I was just, you know,

thinking, "what would complete this experience?"

Freezing cold seawater in the compartment, lots of it.

Because now the whole imploding thing is kind of off the table,

drowning should really be brought back into the equation.

You can fix this.

There are micro-fractures all along the seam.

You still have fully functioning life support, right?

Yes.

Then create a positive pressure environment.

What?

If you can increase the pressure inside the jumper,

you should be able to slow the leaking.

We'll never be able to stop it.

I'm not saying that we could, we're just trying to buy time, here.

In order to make death as long and as drawn-out as possible, huh?

Just Max it out, McKay.

All right.

We should probably find a way to heat this water, too.

We make a good team, you and I.

Sure.

No, no, I mean it.

I really enjoy working with you, always have.

I wonder...

I wonder why we never hooked up.

Well, aside from the fact that you're petty, arrogant and treat people badly?

Yes.

No, that's pretty much it:

Petty, arrogant, bad with people.

Oh, but,

you do find me attractive, I mean, physically.

Let's stick to working on my idea.

But this is my idea.

How do you figure? Well, you don't exist.

You think what my subconscious tells you to think.

So, really, the idea was mine.

Oh, wow.

I'm arguing with myself about who had an idea first, me or me.

I really am petty, aren't I?

And arrogant, and bad with people, yes.

Oh, well...

Here we go.

(Air hissing)

And the leaking has been slowed.

Well done, Sam.

Thanks, you, too.

Come here.

Okay.

Oh, you do realize what you're actually doing here, right?

Oh, come on!

You're a figment of my imagination,

the least you could do is take your top off.

Your subconscious mind knows that I would never be into that.

You're the worst hallucination ever.

Oh, you don't mean that.

Yes, yes, I do. Now, please, just leave me alone,

while I work on getting myself out of this.

You're not gonna still try and control the jumper

from that little thing, are you?

Yes, yes, I am,

and I have to do it quickly, before power levels drop below 50%.

So, that leaves me about 10 minutes.

If you're not gonna help, then, please, stand back and keep quiet.

See, this is why I could never have a relationship with you, Rodney.

You don't listen to people, you don't trust them.

I have every reason not to.

Look, this whole thing is Zelenka's fault.

He was the one responsible for supervising the jumper repairs,

he was the one who said she was ready to fly,

he is the one who came to me embarrassed

because he was afraid to fly at the best of times, not to mention a test flight.

God, I should've just told him to suck it up,

but, no, no, I say, "sure, I'll take her out."

And now, he's all safe and warm and cozy on the surface,

while I'm stuck down here paying for his mistakes.

You'll excuse me if my trust in my fellow scientists

is at an all-time low.

If you want something done right, do it yourself.

Okay.

I think we may be onto something.

Initializing shields.

Nice work, doc.

Okay, let's take this thing a little deeper.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I was afraid of this.

The shield is draining our power at an alarmingly fast rate.

Why is that?

Well, a cloak draws its power at a constant rate,

whereas a shield draws more power the more it is taxed.

So, being under several atmospheres of pressure...

Yes. It's continuously draining power from our shield.

How much time do we have?

Once we're deeper,

30 minutes, tops.

All right.

Descending through 1,000.

(Shivering)

Why don't you turn up the heat?

I did, it's the seawater.

I've got barely enough power as it is, besides, I'm almost done here.

What are you doing?

For warmth.

You're not physically here, you can't transfer any heat.

Doesn't mean I can't get you hot.

Excuse me?

You know, I was thinking about what you said.

I think you were right.

Uh, I am?

I was right about what?

Well, I am your fantasy, it's only fair you should get some.

Really? Really.

I knew it. I knew you were hot.

Wait a second. Don't ruin the moment.

No. I know what you're trying to do.

Well, I should hope so.

You're trying to slow me down again.

Actually, I'm trying to do the opposite.

No. No.

You're distracting me.

You know I've only got a couple of minutes to execute my plan.

You're doing the one thing you know could possibly slow me down.

You're thinking too much. Come here.

No, no, I'm not gonna fall for your plan, lieutenant colonel siren.

Okay, this program is gonna work,

and I am gonna execute it.

Don't do it, Rodney. It's not gonna work.

Look, you're cold, you're desperate, you banged your head,

you're primed to make a mistake.

I should've ignored you from the beginning.

You've done nothing but slow me down.

They're coming for you, they're gonna get you out of here.

(Scatting)

Please, just give them a chance.

Not listening.

Don't. And there.

It's ready. No time to argue.

It's a mistake.

I trust you'll be gone by the time I, uh, reach the surface, huh?

(Electricity surging)

Don't speak right now.

I... I really don't need, "I told you so." So...

How much power did you waste?

20 minutes.

Okay, that's not so bad.

No, we've got half an hour until we're completely out of power.

Half an hour until I'm dead.

(Speaking foreign language)

I think my Czech's getting better, 'cause I know what you mean.

Could be the shield, could be the depth.

I'm having trouble detecting the jumper.

Only...

Only what?

Could you bring up the hud, please?

What's that?

Your sea monster.

It's at least six to eight times as large as this jumper,

so let's not venture too closely, okay?

How are the shields doing?

12 minutes. All right.

Let's check it out.

Because it's still swimming around in circles in the same area,

which means it might have found something interesting.

(Shivering)

(Creature moaning)

What? What do you want from me?

Look, just... just go away!

I think he's... I think he'sjust waiting to eat me.

I treated him pretty bad.

The whale?

No, Griffin. I changed the subject.

You of all people should be able to keep up.

Sorry.

He knew we were both gonna die if he didn't do anything, so he...

How come I didn't think of it first?

Maybe I did.

I thought of it, I just couldn't...

He was a brave man, and I...

It just doesn't seem right, you know?

It's been a bad day.

You're gonna get out of this.

I don't think I'd even believe that if you were naked.

Oh, well.

(Shivering)

Stick with me, Rodney.

You've gotta stay alert.

My plan was stupid. What the hell was I thinking?

Well, 20-20 hindsight.

You were right. I should have listened to you.

(Creature moaning)

I always admired you, Sam, and I'm not just trying to...

I know.

I honestly don't think you're smarter than I am.

On your best day, we're, like, maybe a tie?

There is a compliment coming, right?

Yes.

My intelligence aside,

you're wiser.

I guess at the end of the day,

that's... that's why you're down here.

You were right.

Well, you were right, at least, subconsciously.

I guess that's something.

(Beeping)

Jumper. I have the jumper.

The animal's circling around it.

Jumper 6, this is Sheppard. Come in.

According to these readings, it's dead. There's no power.

All right, let's get a grapple on this thing and go home.

No, it won't work.

Why is that?

It's taken on too much water.

Sensors indicate even the rear compartment is partially full.

The cable can't take the strain.

Well, we can try.

No, listen to me. No. It's a matter of simple physics.

I'm not coming this far without doing something.

The shield.

We could extend the shield between the two jumpers.

Do we have enough power?

Yes, if... if we touch down on the ocean floor to conserve engine power,

it should be just a matter of walking between the two jumpers.

All right. I'll get us close.

What the hell was that? Help.

Sheppard: McKay, Griffin. Do you copy?

Sheppard. Hey, buddy.

What say you lower your door?

That is probably a bad idea.

Listen, long story short,

we've converted the cloak into a shield, and extended it around your jumper.

I'm standing outside right now.

(Banging on door)

What? All you have to do is open your door,

walk to my jumper.

I told you they'd come up with something.

What?

What if it's not Sheppard? What do you mean?

What if it's another one of my hallucinations?

(Stuttering) What if the pessimist in me just wants it all over with?

You heard the shield come on.

Yeah, but I hear you.

Sheppard: McKay? What's the holdup?

We need to do this sooner rather than later,

the shield ain't gonna hold forever.

You're minutes away from hypothermia.

I just... I can't tell what's real, and what's not.

Rodney, they're here.

They did it. Let them help you.

Okay. Oh, okay.

Better stand back, I've taken on a lot of water.

(Grunting)

Secondary release.

(Water surging)

(Coughing)

Zelenka: Rodney, are you all right?

(Gasping) I will be. Where's Griffin?

He was in there.

All right, let's get you home.

No, I need to decompress.

Carter told me to increase the pressure. Carter?

I mean, I did, I did. I told myself.

(Creature moaning) I hurt my head.

McKay: Oh.

See ya, pal. Sorry, you won't get to eat me today.

He's the reason we found you.

Really?

Almost thought we lost you.

I knew you'd think of something,

subconsciously, at least.

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