"If we're going to do this, it can't be with the end of a guitar string and ink dipped from a ball point pen."

An hour and three quarters later, still short the specific book he needed but richer by half a dozen other volumes he'd thought gone forever, he opened the last of the boxes in Sam's pile.

Janet folded her arms around her clipboard and smiled at the two men who stood staring at her, holding specimen cups and wearing nearly identical expressions of disbelief. "Washington wants to know if multiple trips through the Stargate has had any effect on reproductive ability. They want sperm count and sperm motility of all personnel who go off world, checked."