The hand stretched out, the olive skin glowed a healthy, well-moisturized glow. The wrinkles around the knuckles seemed just right and the whorls and texture of the fingers captivated me. I could see the well manicured nails and smiled as I saw a small burr; the beginnings of a hang-nail. I hope it bugs the Hell out of you!, I mentally cursed him. The angry eyes on the face controlling the hand the held my doom flashed, a strong yellow glow showing through them. I watched as the energy flowed from the eyes, down the arm and into the gem held in the palm of the outstretched hand. A whip of energy lashed out and struck my forehead and all went white.

It must have been too much for me for the first couple seconds, because I don't remember them. But when my mind finally caught up to the signals my body was sending it, I remember screaming in pain. I felt hundreds of fingers, all buzzing like a tongue on a D battery, swarming through my head, prodding and prying, opening doors and lifting up rocks. They were examining every memory I had, looking for... something. I'm not sure what it was. But, it never found what it was looking for.

The pain stopped just as my face was splashed with something warm. I blinked the red out of my eyes, my hands bringing up the wet from my chest to my amazed eyes. For a few seconds, I thought I was the one who'd been shot. But then the Goa'uld slumped to the floor in front of me, it's eyes flashing again, although this time it was in surprise and death. And there was SSG Meyers standing in the doorway, waving and yelling something at me. I couldn't hear him; my ears must have been ringing.

We made it back to the 'gate. We made it Home.