Empty space. It shouldn't be empty, should it? I know there supposed to be
something in here, why don't I know what it is? Why isn't it already here?
Wait. What's that? That looks like something, oh if only I could reach it.
Not sure it's supposed to be in here, but it's a lot better than this
perpetual emptiness. Yes! That's it, I've got it. Hmm.it's definitely not
supposed to go in here, far too small. Oh, I see now, this isn't supposed
to be here, but it's all I can have for now? Alright, at least it's a
start. Thank you. Hey, who am I thanking, I found that, didn't I! Didn't I?
But maybe I was supposed to find it, after all, it was right there. Seemed
a little too easy at the time, but all the same, I had to go and grab it. I
wish I wasn't so afraid of this emptiness, wish I didn't so desperately
need to fill this place. And I do need to fill it, although I honestly
don't know why.
What's this? More pieces, thank you! I know, I know, there might no be anyone to actually thank, but it doesn't hurt to be polite! It's not so empty here anymore, I've been so good, collected all the pieces that were out right there for me. But something's still not right. It appears that the pieces are getting smaller. And they don't seem to stay where I put them. Like trying to slot in the wrong piece of a puzzle. Oh, that's new. What is that? No! Don't you take those pieces from me, I worked hard for them. I waited patiently like I was supposed to. My god, I was supposed to wait? What am I waiting for? They've taken most of the pieces now, I'm left with little more than I started with. Why?
It's beginning to take shape, don't ask me what because I don't rightly know, but it's definitely taking shape! They didn't give me any more pieces to fill this place, not since they took what I already had. So I decided to make my own. Little pieces, slowly being shaped and moulded and formed into bigger pieces. But, again, something's not right! Even though I made these myself, they still refuse to fit neatly. Still jump out of place if I don't keep a careful eye on them. Why won't they sit still?! I don't understand, I don't understand any of this.
It's empty again, I sent all the pieces away. They weren't right and so I sent them away. I know it was a mistake, but I haven't the heart to start again. It's not like I could make them right anyway, they were all wrong and so I got rid of them. I'm starting to like the emptiness now, slowly it's becoming more comfortable. At least there's no more jumping pieces, no more seeing them as wrong and not knowing why. I think I'll stay here in the emptiness, I can't cope with trying to find more pieces. What if they don't fit?
No! Take the pieces away. I don't want them, they'll be wrong, they won't fit. Stop trying to give them to me!! I don't want them! Please, just leave me alone here. Wait, what was that one? That one seems to look right, feel right. Oh it is right, isn't it? Offer me that piece again, I'll take it this time, I promise.
"I'm Jack O'Neill. And, barring some freakish similarity, you are Dr. Daniel Jackson."
It fits.
What's this? More pieces, thank you! I know, I know, there might no be anyone to actually thank, but it doesn't hurt to be polite! It's not so empty here anymore, I've been so good, collected all the pieces that were out right there for me. But something's still not right. It appears that the pieces are getting smaller. And they don't seem to stay where I put them. Like trying to slot in the wrong piece of a puzzle. Oh, that's new. What is that? No! Don't you take those pieces from me, I worked hard for them. I waited patiently like I was supposed to. My god, I was supposed to wait? What am I waiting for? They've taken most of the pieces now, I'm left with little more than I started with. Why?
It's beginning to take shape, don't ask me what because I don't rightly know, but it's definitely taking shape! They didn't give me any more pieces to fill this place, not since they took what I already had. So I decided to make my own. Little pieces, slowly being shaped and moulded and formed into bigger pieces. But, again, something's not right! Even though I made these myself, they still refuse to fit neatly. Still jump out of place if I don't keep a careful eye on them. Why won't they sit still?! I don't understand, I don't understand any of this.
It's empty again, I sent all the pieces away. They weren't right and so I sent them away. I know it was a mistake, but I haven't the heart to start again. It's not like I could make them right anyway, they were all wrong and so I got rid of them. I'm starting to like the emptiness now, slowly it's becoming more comfortable. At least there's no more jumping pieces, no more seeing them as wrong and not knowing why. I think I'll stay here in the emptiness, I can't cope with trying to find more pieces. What if they don't fit?
No! Take the pieces away. I don't want them, they'll be wrong, they won't fit. Stop trying to give them to me!! I don't want them! Please, just leave me alone here. Wait, what was that one? That one seems to look right, feel right. Oh it is right, isn't it? Offer me that piece again, I'll take it this time, I promise.
"I'm Jack O'Neill. And, barring some freakish similarity, you are Dr. Daniel Jackson."
It fits.