By Enola Jones

I picked up the old black and white photograph and gasped. "I don't believe it."

"What?" Murphy asked, looking over my shoulder. "You know them?"

"I know of them," I corrected. "This is Peter Tork, his wife Valerie, and Mike Nesmith. This looks like the Torks' wedding day. What's this picture doing here?"

The locker room door opened, and Murphy and I snapped to attention as Colonel Sheppard walked in. "At ease, Murphy. Kenton."

Murphy asked, "Looking for something, sir?"

"Yeah, a picture. I was showing it to Ronon and I set it down...."

I held it out. "Is this it, sir?"

He beamed as he took it. "Yes, thank you, Kenton!"

"Sir?" I ventured. "Why do you have a photo of two of the Monkees and Peter Tork's wife?"

He grinned at me. "How do you know about the Monkees?"

I shrugged. "I have a thing for obscure bands."

He laughed and said, "Well, to me they weren't just 'two of the Monkees and Peter Tork's wife'."

Now, I was really curious. "What were they to you, sir?"

"Are, Kenton." And the Colonel's grin grew. "They're my parents."


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