His whole body hurt, like he'd been run over by a semi. The light coming through the trees made him wince at the sunlight.

"I think he's waking." He heard the British woman say.

"Agh..." He moaned as he moved a hand up to shield his eyes as he opened them.

The blond woman bent over him so that the sunlight was radiating off her hair. With his blurry vision, he could have sworn that she was an angel.

"Hello." She greeted, warmly. "My name is Helen. Helen Magnus. And you are?"

"In need of a doctor." He groaned as he let his hand fall over his eyes as he closed them.

"Then you're in luck." She said somewhat amused as she studied him. "What's the trouble?"

"Where's my team?"

"Team?" She asked, confused. "You were alone."

"Alone?" He asked, removing his hand from his eyes as he stared at her incredulously.

"I didn't even know you'd had a team." She said, seriously.

"I'm in big trouble if they go home without me." He said, attempting to sit up. A searing pain in his abdomen told him that was a bad idea, and he laid back down. "What happened?"

"Bernie and I found you just outside the campground. You'd been badly injured – lacerations to the abdomen, abrasions to the face, and a broken ankle." She reported. "Don't you remember what happened before then?"

He shook his head. "No..."

"Oh dear." She sighed. "I was hoping you could give us some information on the creature that attacked you."

"Creature?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

She nodded. "Yes."

"You mean terrorists, right?"

She shook her head. "These marks are not the work of human weaponry. It's definitely the work of something with claws."

He sighed. "Look, I appreciate you binding me up, and all of that, but I've got to find my team, and go home."

"I'm sorry," she said, seriously. "I cannot, as a good physician, allow that."

"And why not?"

"Because you were left for dead – if not by your team, then certainly by a creature that could have ripped your leg from your body instead of simply breaking your ankle." She said, plainly.

"Fine." He reluctantly agreed. "But as long as you look for my team."

She sighed. "I have only myself and Bernie. I cannot allow either of us to look for your team until after we've captured the abnormal."

"Abnormal?" He asked, curiously.

"Mythological creature." She explained. "A being that is unlike anything you've ever known."

"Right...like Bigfoot..."

"My manservant." She said, seriously.

He looked at her with a strange look. "You're making that up."

"The point is," she interjected. "That you're the only one who's been up against the creature and lived to tell the tale. Do you remember anything that might give us a fighting chance? Or are you finally ready to give me your name?"

He sighed as he retrieved his dog tags. "O'Neill. Captain Jack O'Neill. United States Air Force."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain O'Neill." She said with a small smile. "Now, if you're ready, I've made us a cup of tea."