"Close enough," Harry muttered, continuing to punch Sam's clearance code into his terminal.

"But Dr. Beckett is not here," Ziggy fretted. "Dr. Beckett is..."

"We'll just have to fix that, won't we?" Harry cut her off impatiently, resting his hands on the rail surrounding the supercomputer.

"But Dr. Beckett is the only one..."

Harry broke into a sly grin. "Not anymore, sweetheart."

Ziggy booped and blinked and calculated and strained variables for several seconds, trying to determine the probable veracity of the detective's statement.

Harry chuckled. "Would it help if I got out and pushed?"

Ziggy fell silent for a moment, then, "I fail to see the humor in that statement, sir."

"And don't we all thank god for that," Harry mumbled, going back to the console.

As he did, the door to the room slid open.

"Sam?" Dr. Alessi's voice came, quietly hopeful.

"Not exactly," Harry replied, glancing up and shooting her a grin, "but if you're hot on a good game of doctor and willing to overlook some key issues, I'd love to help you."

Donna's face shattered as she realized that it was still Harry up there. "How did you get into the system?" she demanded, trotting up to his side.

"I used my clearance codes."

Donna folded her arms. "You don't have any clearance codes. Dr. Beckett has clearance codes."

"Yeah, well," Harry continued to enter data into Sam's console, "he also has my body, so I guess we're operating with a cosmic quid pro quo, here."

Donna took a few small steps back. "This isn't right. You're not supposed to be able to do this. He's just a host for you. There's no information sharing."

The door opened again. "Who's using Beckett's clearance codes?"

Donna gave a relieved little start and headed down to where Gooshie now stood. "Something's gone wrong with the jump. Harry and Sam got mixed this time."