[Private letter]

Dear Elizabeth... Me... Dear Me?

Okay, whatever.

Hello from Earth, to the person who provided the genetic materials and memories for the body I now have.

Just thought I'd let you know that I have Sedge. I figured that I deserved some compensation for being stuck in a teenager's body.

The AF, by the way? They sent me back to high school. Seriously. It was all the idea of some idiot called MacKenzie (who, apparently, only has the one idea, because every person ever affiliatted with the SGC and suffering from the same "little" problem is here.)

Still, it's not too bad here. It's nothing like St John's. The only similarities are, uh, it's a school? With teachers and students?

Uh... what else? I've made some good friends, both former SGC and not. Dr Jackson is actually here teaching, and I'm taking his anthropology class.

Oh? And remember how we - you - thought that Andi Morgan would be the last girl you kissed? Yeah... not so much...

Anyway, I should probably do homework (don't mock me, okay?) and generally just "enjoy" dorm living (five of us, three girls, two guys and I might have made out with three of them...)

From

The Other You

Oh - PS. Simon is now crossdressing. Just thought you'd like to know that.