Giza, Egypt, in a big tent. Doctor Daniel Jackson was observing the images recorded by the probe, with his peer, Doctor Robert Rothman, and a young analyst. The analyst was manipulating the laptop, seated at the desk with the two archeologists on each side. The three men were tilting their heads in different directions, perplexed, for nobody could tell what they were watching.

Daniel frowned and touched his big beard. "It looks like it has a circular shape."

"What could it be?" Rothman asked Daniel.

The analyst turned to Daniel, too. The archeologist pouted, thinking. Then, he said, resolute, "There's only one way to know, gentlemen."

xxxxx

Daniel and Robert stared at the big object that had just been excavated in the middle of the desert by the staff: the two American archeologists, other international and local staff. A great part of the personnel was standing around the artefact, astonished. Daniel's intuition was correct. The object had a circular shape. It was in fact a giant dark grey ring with symbols engraved on its surface and its diameter was close to seven meters. Maintained straight on the sand by ropes.

"It doesn't look like anything we've seen about Ancient Egypt," Daniel said, perplexed by this discovery in this place.

Robert nodded, in agreement.

Daniel approached the device and observed a few of the symbols. "These symbols… They are constellations."

Robert, taken aback, approached and observed.

"You see?" Daniel said, and pointed to a few examples. "These are Virgo and Scorpius."

Rothman frowned. "You're right. Some of them are also on the cover stones and the cartouche we found."

The two men looked towards the team studying the stones a few meters away from the ring.

"I don't know what we've just found, but I think Thomas Warren's investment was worth it," Daniel said.

There was something else that Daniel Jackson didn't know. He didn't notice this member of his team, a tall woman with red hair, gazing at the ring from the cover stones and cartouche. The device she had been looking for years was now standing in front of her. She would leave this planet and have a serious discussion with a fellow.

There was just a detail. Very important, though.

"Where's the control panel?"

"Sorry, Sally, what did you say?"

Sally jumped a little, surprised she spoke louder than she wished. Her colleague, a younger woman, was working on the stones. She obviously heard Sally, hopefully, she didn't hear clearly.

"Uh, nothing," Sally replied.

The colleague didn't insist and kept removing carefully dirt from a stone with a brush. She and Daniel Jackson had no idea who Sally actually was.

Sally on Earth.

Hathor in the rest of the Milky Way.