John took stock of the new people as they followed Dean into the room. He was half paying attention the the conversation between Dean and Sam and had to chuckle at the crack about kinky scientists. He'd spent too long with the Atlantis crew; he'd been shocked to find out just how perverted scientists could be.
Looking back across the assembled group, he wondered what, if anything, they had in common and why they'd been brought here, not to mention how and by who. His bad feeling was turning more into a certainty: they were in trouble.
Then Sam's voice caught his attention.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, turning back to Sam. "Did you just say zombie in Illinois?"