Cant Help, But Love The Characters

"I [Amanda Tapping] still get very emotional when I talk about this episode, because it kind of mirrored my real life experience. I lost my stepdad the previous October, and was devastated... So there I am in the Stargate observation room, watching Carmen [Jacob Carter] lying in this bed, and they call me down and I'm running down the stairs into this room, and as I lean down towards Carmen it strikes me: not only the enormity of the moment in Stargate, but I'm reminded of my stepdad, which is just filling my heart up. I looked at Carmen and realized that he was not going to be on the show any more. My beautiful Carmen, whom I adore. All of a sudden I started to cry and couldn't stop. I wasn't even on camera at the time, but I couldn't stop. Peter Deluise looked at me and asked, 'Are you all right?' and I sobbed, 'But it's Carmen." Tapping says she eventually pulled it all together, and went to the observation room to shoot a scene with Richard Dean Anderson: "We're sitting getting ready for this little scene between Carter and O'neill, which is quite wonderful, and some interesting things are brought to bear. Rick turned to me and said, 'You're not crying, are you?' and I went, 'Yes, I am.' And he replied, 'I hate it when you cry. I hate it.' And it was just the perfect prelude to that little scene between us.

it's depressed nikola hours this teslen tuesday💔😭

As it turned out, after a century and more of life there were virtually no places left on God’s green Earth where Nikola could go and not in some way be reminded of Helen. Everywhere he went, he was haunted by another inside joke, another shared danger, another crumbling relic of their bygone days of glory. 'Only the chosen left alive', he recited bitterly. 'Immortals all…' except I knew better. I should’ve known better. What a damn fool I was. Most of his old haunts in New York no longer existed. His Wardenclyffe laboratory had only recently been purchased by a nonprofit— thanks to a substantial anonymous donation— with the intent of turning it into a museum. When he'd shared the news with Helen, she had met his jubilation with carefully suppressed joy, and refused to admit to being the anonymous donor no matter how many times he tried to call her on it. She wouldn't admit to Miraflores, either. In retrospect, it was blindingly obvious that the Helen who had turned up in New York in the autumn of 1901— had she worn that crimson overcoat on purpose?— to take him on what turned out to be an adventure he would never forget had not been the Helen he had known at the time. The signs had been clear as day— and not just in the daylight.

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