Michael waited. Baited breath one would say if he didn't feel so totally lost and confused....again. He'd woken up here, again in a world on a bed not knowing where or why. It was lost on Michael. The last place he remembered was Atlantis. His..."home." Sparing with Teyla, meeting up with others at lunch....getting his injection from Dr. Becket. And then...this. All at once waking from another nightmare: one that kept clawing at the edges of his mind. It was beyond Michael how this was happening again... He usually didn't think of himself someone to push away challenges like this, well in fact if he could, hell, he knew when it came down to it he would risk life and limb to prove himself, but oh boy, what a headache. Instead of feeling challenged right now it just left him feeling...lost.
Something close to disappointment writhed in his stomach like a pit with this thought. He ran a hand through sandy brown hair, Michael's eyes dull and looking...distracted. Colonel Sheppard must be thrilled to see him here. Michael Kenmore who couldn't even remember his own name. 'Well,' he thought ironically, 'At least now I'll get that chance to prove I'm..."okay"...' He sighed, but perked up as a knock came at his door.
Hey, at least he wasn't alone. His team, or at least commanding officer, was here with him. Thank god for small miracles. Getting to his feet, Michael traveled across the room, unlocking and opening the door. No transformation: not yet. Just green eyes and sandy hair and a weak grin. Of course, it was at the back of his mind, the fact he had type 1 diabetes. Did that mean he was going to end up dying out here if they didn't get back to Atlantis? That would be...even more ironic actually. At least he had some humor about all of it if nothing else.
"Colonel." He sounded relieved, Michael still smiling tiredly. "It's...really good to see you, sir."