Winifred Burkle gets assigned to Atlantis as one of Rodney’s minions. She mentions taking out the Wraith with the stake through the heart just once, and mockingness ensues.

( “Dr. McKay, I really do think my idea could be an effective course of action,” the current Bane of His Existence continued whining in that nasally Texan drawl of hers. )

Cordelia’s job is less than fantastic, but the new temp is making things surprisingly nice around the office lately. And they’ve never had better coffee.

( John was a cutie, sure, and had an equally scrumptious accent (less shrill than Donna’s, too), but he was more spazzy than Xander/Willow offspring would have been. )

Doyle didn’t die, he just went Beyond the Veil. And, despite the company he’s keeping, it’s very boring there.

( Whoever said that to die would be a grand adventure had obviously never even come close to death. )