In a quaint little village on the Planet of Maros, there was a miniscule hut. It was the temporary residence of a foreign Anthropologist. His name was Daniel Jackson, and he was of the planet Earth. He was an object of interest for many of the village youth, particularly the females nearest to adulthood. He just watched them, all of them, as they went about their days. That is, after all, what he was there to do. He would come out of his hut at sunrise, and return after sunset.
When he left his hut, he always had a leather-bound grouping of parchment, which he called a 'notebook', and a writing device called a 'pen'. Wherever he went, he was writing. As he often explained to curious children, he was writing about them and the rest of the village so that he could remember what he saw. That was his job. He was there to learn about the culture.
One night, a girl named Lillis followed him back to his hut. She was a curious girl, and she wanted so desperately to learn about Daniel Jackson. She sat outside, allowing the light of his lamp illuminate him as he went about his evening. He sat down, and pulled out a bit of parchment. After a while, he set it down and went to bed. Lillis followed him for a few nights in a row, and observed that he always did this. What the parchment was, she did not know, but she was desperate to find out.
On the morning after the fifth day that she followed him, she snuck into his hut. He had already left to observe more of the village. She saw the parchment on the table, and she picked it up. It was rather clean; a shade of white more pure than any parchment she had ever seen. It was folded in to three parts, so she unfolded it, and began to read:
Daniel,
I don't exactly know how to tell you this, but I need some space. Carter's been getting a bit suspicious, and you know this could ruin my career. It could ruin yours, too. I know that this will be hard, for both of us. But I also know that you're strong. It's just temporary. We'll talk when you get back from Maros.
Jack
She put the letter back where it was, and left. It wasn't any of her business, and now she knew something she didn't want to. Now she had to face him, and pretend that she hadn't known. That would be hard.