012. [ visual ] met a man with a message from the other side.
"It's November... meaning Thanksgiving. Turkey, stuffing, pie, and football." Sheppard addressed the tablet once he had turned on the visual feature.
He was sitting at the water trap of the golf course in Wilde. Not that anyone else went there. Besides, well, obviously the Extras. They didn't really count. Not according to Sheppard. He looked up at the sky and made a face. Cloudy again. It was more like weather in Atlantis than it was on Earth. Either rain or sun. A little comforting, he supposed.
"So, the question is: what the hell are we gonna do for Turkey Day?"
He was sitting at the water trap of the golf course in Wilde. Not that anyone else went there. Besides, well, obviously the Extras. They didn't really count. Not according to Sheppard. He looked up at the sky and made a face. Cloudy again. It was more like weather in Atlantis than it was on Earth. Either rain or sun. A little comforting, he supposed.
"So, the question is: what the hell are we gonna do for Turkey Day?"