(Angelus's Point of View, Inside her Memories)

"Attack! ATTACK!"

Everyone is screaming that word. Everything is in chaos. A few seconds before I was sitting with Gemma Rara, my older sister and my only sibling, in our quarters, talking with her about a certain young man when we feel the ship shaking viciously. The force of the shake makes my small body knock into Gemma Rara. But she is the smart one. She had grabbed onto our sleeping pallet before the shakes continued a second time. I wonder what is happening to our ship. Something must be very, very, very wrong if it is shaking like that. Gemma Rara would know the answer so I ask her.

"Gemma, " I say, and I chide myself for sounding like a helpless child to my twenty one year old sister. "What is happening?"

Gemma Rara replies,

"I do not know, Angelus."

Then we hear the yells and the screams of terror.

I feel myself start to shake even though I do not know what it is yet of what is making me and the rest of us afraid. Gemma Rara sees me shaking so she wraps her arm around in an attempt to calm me.

"I am sure it is nothing Angelus," Gemma says.

I believe her. Gemma Rara is always right. She never lies to me.

A moment after the screaming had started our father entered our living space. His face is distressed and poured over with anxiety and deep concern. Gemma Rara pushes me gently off of her so that she can stand up. She says to Father,

"Father, what is going on with the ship?"

Our father does not hesitate when he says,

"Ba'al has found us. After twenty five years he has found us. There is no time. Leave everything behind, my daughters. We must hurry to the stasis pods."

Gemma Rara and I ask questions. In a flash, Father left what we called our little piece of home. Gemma Rara and I follow behind him. My head is turning in every direction as I half-walk half-sprint with my family. Everywhere people are running around. Everybody is trying to get their loved ones into the stasis pods. The stasis pods are our only hope for survival at this point.

I know that the ship is failing because the ship is taking on more fire as more shots from our enemy open fire upon us.

We make it to the stasis pods chamber. Everyone inside are shoving for their own stasis pod. It does not matter that we have lived together for the past twenty five years, or in the case of my sister and I and many others all of our lives. Right now it is total chaos. Everyone is scared to die right now. Or captured by the Goa'uld.

Father said he would rather die than let himself be a slave to the Goa'uld. I think I would choose death too.

We wait for our family's turn to go into stasis. Gemma Rara is gripping my hand tightly, as though she is afraid I will slip away. My palms are sweaty. Under normal circumstances Gemma Rara would have let go of my hand until I wiped the perspiration away on my tunic. But there more important things going on now. I think Gemma Rara is almost afraid as I am. I have always looked up to my older sister since I was a small child and even now as a young woman. We are surronded by people waiting for their turns to go into stasis, where at least they have a chance for survival. I glance at Gemma Rara's expression. Her face is drowned with anxiety and concentration, as though she is looking for something. Or someone. I know who she is looking for. She is looking for that young man that starting speaking to her a few nights ago.

The young man, I think his name is Callidus, is very charming towards Gemma Rara. And handsome. He has short dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I think Gemma Rara and Callidus would make a great pair for union. I told Gemma Rara this three nights ago and she scoffed at me. But when she thought I was not looking her way, her cheeks blushed a deep rose color.

I start looking for Callidus's familiar face too. But I can not see him for there are many people surronding us.

At last it is our turn for stasis.

And then I realize . . .

I am most likely not going to see my family again if the ship does not survive the battle with the Goa'uld.

My heart drops as the sinking feeling in my belly consumes my chest, making it hard to breathe. My exhales come in sharp gasps. And I feel myself shed tears like a small child when I should be showing strenght like a woman, like Gemma Rara. Father is too occupied to notice. He is setting up Gemma Rara's stasis pod.

But Gemma Rara notices. She leads me to a nearby bench. She makes me sit. She kneels down in front of me. We are face to face, looking deep into each other's eyes. Her eyes are exactly like mine. Father had said we shared our mother's eyes.

Gemma Rara is being strong for me. I can see that she is tearing apart inside just by looking in her eyes, which are glassy. She speaks to me in the calmest voice she can muster,

"Angelus Caeli . . ." Gemma Rara starts. "It is going to be fine. The stasis pods will keep us safe."

She takes my hand. Then she gives me a small smile.

"Father says it will be like going to sleep. You will not know how long time passes until you wake up. I promise you, I will be there when you wake up, Angelus."

I wipe my eyes on the sleeve of my tunic.

"You promise?" I ask.

Gemma Rara nodds.

"I promise. You know I never break a promise."

She kisses my forehead.

By this time, my breathing has slowed. But my heart is still pounding as Gemma Rara and I walk to our father, who is done setting up Gemma Rara's stasis pod.

I watch as she lays down in the pod. It is like she is laying down in a bed, getting prepared to sleep. In a way, that is what is happening. I hold her hand, not wanting to let go. I am afraid that she will not wake up. That Father will not wake up. That I myself will not wake up. She stays silent. The drug Father had injected her with before she laid down is starting to pass through her system. It is time to close the lid on Gemma Rara's stasis pod. As it closes I say,

"I love you Sister!"

I do not think she heard me. Her eyes closed with the lid.

The tears return. Now it is my turn to be put in stasis. Father rolls up my tunic sleeve to inject me. I wince a little as the needle penetrates my skin. Immediately I start to feel faint. It is a struggle to keep my eyes open as my father lays me down in my own stasis pod. He kisses my forehead, the same place Gemma Rara kissed. He tells me that he and Gemma Rara will be there when all of this is over and when I wake.

My mind is cloudy all I can do is nodd. The lid closes. And I finally let go as I feel the liquid touches my skin as it is filling up the stasis pod.

(Angelus's Point of View)

Back to reality. Gemma Rara broke her promise. She was not there as I woke from my deep sleep. Neither is Father.I wonder what has happened to them. They never would have broken the promises they made. Unless . . . I push the horrific thought away as Teal'C leaves the room. He has finally ready to leave my room. Good, I need the peace.