Jack paced around in the corridor outside the infirmary. He had been kicked out while they tried to stabilise Sam. No one came close to him, for fear of getting beaten to a pulp. No one had ever seen the Colonel look so pissed off. In fact, only one thing was going through his head, that he would kill the son of a bitch who had tried to take his Sam away from him.

The door opened. Jack looked expectantly at Janet.

"She's stable. Like the others. But she's still in critical condition. Colonel, if you'd like to come in please."

Jack obliged.

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to stay here," she whispered. "This appears to be the only safe place in the complex."

"I understand." Jack nodded.

Earlier. An airman had raised the alarm when he was sent by General Hammond to inform Doctor Carter that the Tok'ra had just got in contact and were planning to visit soon, when he had found Sam having a fit on the floor.

Jack sat next to Sam's bed. His family were dying around him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He felt hopeless. A mixture of fear and loathing was welled up inside him. He could feel the urge for revenge in his veins. He couldn't focus; he was concentrating on too many things. Vengeance and getting his family back, the way they were.

Jack never saw Shelby creeping up behind him.