Okay, so here's what's going on. More for posterity than to actually inform anyone. Because...you all know what's going on.
There was a nuke dropped on our planet. We managed to get away -- thanks to my kid and the city's ability to fly. But now we're screwed, fighting two wars, and we've had to actually move backwards in getting declassified. Families have been sent back to Earth, along with a significant part of our staff.
My family's moved to Polly's London, and once again, I'm not around when people need me. But, after a brief consideration of transferring, I'm sticking with Atlantis. We'll be able to bring them back, one of these days.
Things are weird, here. We can see land, and the stars are all wrong. I'm flying when I can, scoping out the planet and all that. But there's a lot of paperwork to get done and I'm taking whatever time I can get to go see the family. It sucks being away from them like this. I don't know how people do it. Missing your children growing up doesn't make for fun times. At least Liz is here with me. That helps.
Sometime in the next few days, Nathan and I are going to get gate activity back up and running. We need to find out where the Genii got that fucking ship, and where they figured out to make their nukes work. I'm more worried about the ship. For now, though, things are getting back to normal. For the given value of in Atlantis.
It's kind of sad that I even miss the demon dog.
What I'm supposed to be doing right now is going through my personel files and getting rid of the ones who aren't here anymore. But...I've done this too many times. What I really want is to go to fucking London for a few minutes and hold my baby. Which I could be doing instead of writing so much here, except for how if I did, I wouldn't be coming back any time soon and these things need to be gone through.
I hate having to mark off the files of people who have died. I hate having to go talk to their families and tell them that I can't give them anything when I tell them their loved one is dead. Maybe Liz will go with me, if I go with hers....
What the hell am I going to say to Ford's family? Again. First it's he's MIA, and now he's five. And it's not wearing off this time. We've got him living with my family for now, until we can find something more permenant. He seemed okay, last time I saw him, which is something.
I don't know. I should work.