Daniel reluctantly opens his eyes, sighing when he sees another morning sun peeking through the shades. He updates his mental calendar: Sha're has been dead for five days.
Noises come from the kitchen: homey, cooking sounds, muted conversation rising and falling. He's been in bed for five days.
"Daniel."
He looks hopefully toward the soft voice. Sam smiles and holds out a plate of bacon and eggs. He can hear Jack's voice from down the hall. "Is he awake?"
They've been here for five days.
He sits up and swings his legs to the floor. It's time to wake up.