“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no...” a voice was saying in a frantic tone. Sheppard slowly opened his eyes, just a crack, and caught a blurry image of McKay pacing in front of a closed door.
Humming quietly to himself, John scrolled down to the bottom of another page of the report, displayed on the laptop in front of him. His leg bounced the rhythm of the song he hummed, Jackson by Johnny Cash, he'd been playing it on the
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