She was lying, strapped to a bed. It was all too familiar. It was exactly like the time that Adrian Conrad had kidnapped her and tried to run experiments on her. She wasn't sure which time was worse, however.

A man with floppy brown hair and glasses walked into the room. She would have sworn that it was Daniel.

"Sam," he began, his hands in his pockets. He looked at her with a very serious and concerned look.

She refused to answer. It was a trick. They were trying to lull her into a sense of security. It was probably those damn mimic devices.

"Aw, come on, Sam. It's for your own good. You tried to attack the SGC." He whined.

She raised her eyebrows. If this guy was going to try to be Daniel Jackson, he should have observed him more closely. Besides, he obviously didn't know anything about her. She would never have attacked the SGC.

"You've been having paranoid delusions. Janet wants to make sure you don't hurt yourself or anyone else."

She looked around. Whoever had kidnapped her had certainly studied the base isolation chambers. She would have believed that she was there. In fact, there stood Janet Fraiser and General Hammond in the observation room.

"Why are you talking to me? Why isn't General Hammond or Janet?"

"Well, frankly, because they're afraid of you. You almost killed Jack."

She took a deep breath, pain rushing over her. Damn it! She knew this wasn't real. It was all just an attempt to get her to trust them- whoever they were. Janet and the General wouldn't be afraid of her, no matter what she had done.

Still, she could gather more intelligence on them if she played along. One of her least used talents was the ability to cry on demand; it was time to dust off that old talent. Hopefully, she would believe her act.

"God, I can't remember what I did. Is he okay?" She asked as tears slipped down her cheeks.

She knew that she would have to stay in character, but…then again, she had been accused of paranoid delusions. Those tended to mess with your head.

"He's fine." Janet said over the intercom. "Some internal injuries, and a lot of emotional stress. We had to sedate you so that we could even get you in here. We're just glad to see that you're doing better."

"Daniel, what happened? The last thing I remember is getting to the base after our last mission."

"We're still running some tests. We don't know what happened."

Suddenly, a nurse appeared out of nowhere, two syringes in her hand.

"We need to take a blood sample and compare it to the last blood work that we have on file. Hopefully that will give us a head start. But, are you experiencing any pain?"

As she thought about it, she was indeed experiencing pain. It was as if someone had begun pounding her skull with a heavy hammer.

"Headache, nausea, dizziness?"

Each symptom flooded over her. "Yes."

"We have a sedative prepared for you. It seems like some alien drug has induced your behavior. Is there something that you ate or drank that none of the other members of your team did?"

She shook her head, but it made the room spin faster. "I can't remember my last mission."

"That's understandable." General Hammond stated. "Get some rest, Major. We'll find out what happened to you."

She managed a weak smile. "Thank you, General."

Then, she felt a prick in her arm where the nurse injected something into her bloodstream. She hoped it really was just a sedative.