He was dead. He was gone. In one moment, one flurry of anger, his blood swelled, killing him, his last thoughts, his last command forming on his lips. Get to the gate.

"Jack!" Daniel calls, and they were both at his side, trying to help him as he lay dying, his breathes stilted and pained.

"Go to the gate..." he murmurs, voice full of pain, shaking like she has never heard it.

"Not without you..." she says fiercely, hoping for one last miracle to save him. She needs him to be saved. Wouldn't –couldn't- leave him behind.

"Go..." he stutters on his last breath, his features slackening as he dies. She looks at him in shock, unable to form thoughts or words as the horror before her unfolds. Ba'al dead from Mitchell's gunfire, the General lying there, so still. He couldn't be dead. Not him. Never him.

Cameron's words are blurred in her brain, not working through the shock.

"Carter!" He was closer now, but she could do nothing but stare down at the man she loved, dead, right here on the Tok'ra home world, the sand surrounding him within the pyramid.

She is yanked backwards by her vest...

She stood in the cold, frozen inside more than out, her eyes seemingly focused on the iced wall before her but seeing only his face, his skin paling so quickly, features slackening as he faded away.

No words were between them. Nothing now. Nothing. He was gone, and this time, he wasn't coming back.

"Sam." She feels jolted, her vision blurred and she doesn't understand what is going on around her.

"I don't know..." She says, her voice fading, pain blocking all her thoughts, numbness taking hold over her senses. All she feels is cold.

"Look..." he is closer now, his face next to hers, eyes determined. "I know what just happened back there, but we need you in the here and now...whereever or whenever that is."

She looks at him, his words sinking in through the sharp edges of grief. Of loss.

"Right..." she nods, speaking to him and herself. Act now, think later. Tears welled in her eyes, too frozen to fall, the sting in her chest focusing in her mind. Cold. Survival. Act.

She lurches into motion...