Sam watched her as close to remotely possible while sitting behind the steering wheel of a car. Cassie was leaning against the back of the seat, her head lolling back and forth with the motions.

Her eyes were closed now. "Cassie." Sam voice was quiet and full of alarm. Her fingers found the side of her neck. The blood was now soaked through all but a patch of the towel. Sam swore and stepped on the gas pedal.

Within ten minutes they were back on base. She had called ahead of time to get medical help for Cassie, but she was still unconscious. Her worst fear about Cassie ending up in the infirmary was coming true as they put her onto the gurney.

Sam hopped out of the driver's seat and followed them in as they rolled her up to the elevator, up to level twenty one where the infirmary was stationed. Immediately medical personnel circled around the gurney and began working on her.

It was all a blur from there. Pretty soon Col. Jack O'Neil was pulling up a seat next to her and a sleeping Cassie. His head tilted eyebrow raising at the fact that Cassie was restrained to the bed.

Sam went on to explain. "Cassie woke up and almost gave one of the nurses a black eye while trying to escape."

Raising his eyebrow, he looked back over at Cassie. "That bad, huh?"

"Yeah." Her voice was quiet, as she ran her fingers through Cassie's hair. "You know, the worst thing about it was that she wanted me to promise that she wouldn't end up in the infirmary, when I knew that she would."

Jack looked down to the floor, almost with a wince."Sounds like there wasn't a lot that you could do. What happened?"

Looking away, Jack could see the pain filling her expression as she recalled the last hour. "We were talking . . . she wanted me to believe that Janet was alive." That got an eye raise from him as he remembered the discussion earlier in the week with Daniel, but what he had first said, was now resounding in his head.

"Don't you ever get the feeling that she's still alive? Somewhere she's still alive?" Daniel had been pacing back and forth in the room, quite agitated. Jack shook the thought away. He couldn't help but notice that Sam was mirroring the same agitation as Daniel had, exactly. Like he just wanted somebody to believe what he was feeling.

And now Jack was feeling like it was déjà vu all over again. This whole thing with Dr. Frasier—he still didn't want to believe that she was alive—when he knew that she had died. He had seen the tapes, saw the blast that had landed the good doctor on her back and stolen her life away.

Sam looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She was slightly agitated when she realized that he hadn't been listening to a word that she had said, but then all that faded when he saw the reflection on his face. She would remind herself later to ask him about that.

Just as she was ending her thoughts, the alarm sounded, the lights turning red. Sam and Jack exchanged a look, then got up with a definite clatter, before running down the hall towards the Stargate.