Last night I couldn't stop thinking about people I know who owe us favors, or owe me favors, or have connections--anybody I could think of that might conceivably know about the Atlantis project and could get me there. i even thought, Fuck, I'll ask Martha to ask the Doctor to come get me.

But leaving now . . . I can't. I just can't.

I hope it clears his head. Maybe it'll clear mine, too.