Daniel:

Even in the heat of the pit I feel chilled and numb. They have just taken Sam again. The first time she was taken I thought that was it, that she was dead, but she came back. Now she has gone again, I don't know what to feel anymore.

For the last few days I have felt cut-off, separated. I have watched two of my best friends being dragged off by the servants of the man who took my wife. I have seen one returned with no physical trace of abuse on her, but I know she is hurting.

Sam and I are best friends, we pretty much know everything about each other. Of course everyone has their secrets but there are few between Sam and I. I saw the almost immediate change after the memory device was used on her for the first time. When Apophis returned her, she had changed so much, there was no sparkle in her wonderful eyes. The only person she has really spoken to, apart from a few words to Jacob, is Martouf.

While she was shifting in and out of consciousness the only words that could be distinguished from whatever nightmare she was caught in were, 'Mum', 'Jack' and 'Martouf'.

I feel cut-off because Jacob is barely alive anymore, Jack has only just returned, and Sam has been almost totally absorbed in Martouf. Each one of them has suffered. Each one of them has been taken to different versions of hell. Except for me.

I'm sitting next to Jack, he is suffering from the after effects of the drug. He frequently turns and calls for his son....and for Sam.

I feel so useless, I can feel my grip on sanity slipping slowly away from me. When I am able to sleep, the screams which surround me enter my thoughts. Every bad dream I have ever experienced pales in comparison to the visions I have suffered here.

My waking thoughts spend less and less time on the idea of escape, and more on Sha're. Although I haven't been tortured, losing Sha're was my hell. Before she died the thought of Sha're was like a small beacon in my mind helping me to survive everything, but no more. Sha're my beloved wife was killed by my friend, someone who had been helping to try and find her for years. All though it was the 'right thing to do', I do not feel comforted.

Sha're....so little time has passed since I lost her. In this dark place of misery my thoughts linger on her, teasing my tortured mind with images which are already beginning to fade.

I, we have to get out of here, because soon there is going to be nothing left of us to save. We will be empty shells, each of us retreating into the solitude of our own minds. Or are we too far gone already?

I am afraid for Sam. I am afraid for all of them.

We can't die here...we will not die here.