Jack

"Jack, please!"

How many times had she called me that? I asked myself that question as weakness washed over me. "Colonel" or "Sir," she'd said countless times. I'd been ready to give up and buy the farm. I was getting really tired. There wasn't enough room in Dodge for the ancient's knowledge and me. Carter's final unmilitary plea gave me the guts to use the information in my head for self-preservation.

That cryo-doohicky was the last place I wanted to go, but I had to hold on for her. I knew the memory of her voice would keep me warm.