"Three million light years from Earth," Lorne says, nodding. "Well, 2.7 really." He squeezes Jack's hand gently. "You okay so far?"

The room itself is nothing fancy. Bed, desk, chair and a white, almost-couch thing. The most extraordinary things about it are probably the blue paper dragon on his desk and the view--ocean and city--that can be seen from his balcony.