I left you behind, they're leaving me behind. I guess their reasons make sense – okay, I know they do – but somehow I feel betrayed, and anxious. I get this feeling that something's going to go wrong, Jack. I don't know why, but if there's one thing I've learned from you, it's that we don't leave our people behind. When we do, we start having 'bad days'. I should be with Sam and Teal'c.

I miss you. You must be getting sick of all this mushy stuff, but I miss you. Everything is too quiet, too solemn without you.

I've got to go, which is probably good because I don't know how to continue that last thought, nor how to end it. Back later.


Remember the crazy naquadria-will-blow-up-Kelowna debacle? The representatives that drove you nuts? You'd love this even more. The Goa'uld are here to make a treaty, and the Asgard aren't involved this time, so yeah, I guess that 'bad day' did show up. Told you. Or maybe that's you told me.

Your voice rings in my head, telling me to 'never trust a Goa'uld'. I don't, believe me. But they're after the weapon you set off down there, and part of me worries that they're going to end up going after it – and thus you. Weir's bluffing them, but I don't think they're buying it. They're going through the 'Gate soon...and I have no idea what's going to happen next.


Weir wants to revive you, for God's sake! Well, maybe not 'wants' persay, but she brought up the idea. It would kill you. Without the Asgard, you'll die. And likely for nothing, we don't even know if the chair has power anymore. It certainly didn't seem like it. I guess there's a shot, though, given that the stasis chamber still has power, maybe they come from the same source. But even if you could fire it off again...it's not worth the cost.

Well, you'd probably think so. I don't. You've given enough, Jack. They're already keeping me from helping you; They better not try to keep me from saving your life.


Why am I not surprised? You wouldn't be either; they were going back because they were planning to 'test our defenses' themselves. Sending a ship of their own, and all that. If I may steal one of your phrases, Jack, don't we have enough to deal with already, for crying out loud?!

I glance up at the knock on my door. What is it now? I don't even get a chance to write in my journals anymore, with so much going on.

Oh...

Hey, got to go again, but you'll like this: Ba'al just wiped out that ship they sent, and I'm going to channel you a bit and rub it in their snaky faces.


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