[Aw, hell, that's right. Sam is from the future. The cataclysmic, temporarily-sure-he's-dead future. It's easy to forget, with him and Simon, just because they're both so . . . them.
That won't stand, though. Jack fixes Simon with a determined look, then holds up a finger, already stepping back from the equipment.]
Stay here, I'll be right back, all right? We're going to talk about this.
[And then he's off - making a beeline right for the drinks table.]
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That won't stand, though. Jack fixes Simon with a determined look, then holds up a finger, already stepping back from the equipment.]
Stay here, I'll be right back, all right? We're going to talk about this.
[And then he's off - making a beeline right for the drinks table.]