[Jack, contemplative.  Serious story.  Spoilers for the first episode and the movie.]

Pisces (February 19 - March 20)
You will take a wrong turn, today, and become hopelessly lost. Eventually you will start a new life in Minnesota, along with all the other people who have little sense of direction. It'll be ok, providing you like tuna casserole.

Perhaps the best thing would be to start over.  Minnesota.  The lake, the fish and the cabin.  He could set up his telescope there and stare at the stars until the images faded from his mind and he forgot.

Some days he stared up in the sky until his eyes watered and it made him think of the sands of Abydos as the dry grit swirled around him, pulling every last trace of moisture from his body.

One day, he was driving by a small ranch and the scent of horses threw him back into a memory of mastages so strong that he was forced to pull over, his eyes watering.

And sand…

Sand.  How he hated sand.  Hated how it crept into boots and socks, got stuck in his ears and rained out of his hair every time he shook his head.

And yet.

In the midst of the heat and the smell and the crowds of people touching and pushing and crowding, he found something.

Hope.

At the end of the world, at the final moments, he chose to claw his way back instead of giving in.  He couldn't even say where it changed.  Perhaps it was the unimpressed look over the rims of the glasses of the new civilian consultant on the Stargate Project.  For the first time in a long time he felt challenged.

Perhaps it was the enthusiasm of the man who solved the problem in two weeks, cutting through military bureaucracy with the same ruthless indifference that Jack had once used on his enemies.  Not since the death of his son had something amused him.

Maybe it was the wonder of his first steps on an alien planet.  Not getting back hadn't been as much of a problem for him.  Not really.  He was really only concerned for his team.  The figure slumped on a sand dune with books scattered around stuck in his mind from those days.  His anger had finally cracked, turning into something resembling faith.

Jack's composure had finally broken when the linguist had dropped at his feet, dead, his denials still ringing in the air.  When he was dumped into the pit with Ferretti and Kawalsky, he could only stare when they asked after the man who was lying in a charred heap in a throne room only meters away.  How could a man who didn't want to live feel any fear or regret?

Those feelings blossomed into hope as the tousle-haired archaeologist stepped around the child-god Ra and aimed a staff weapon.  Only a short time ago, that hope would have been a dark thing.  A chance for death and release.  Now it was bright and sharp.  A promise of freedom.  A freedom they quickly gained.

And at the end of it all, he walked away.  Two lives crossing paths for a brief time.  Two lives taking a measure of healing from their journey.

And now, maybe it was time to move on.  Away from the city and the base and the temptation of memory.  Find a new world away from it all and forget.

"There's a ladder over here."

Voices in his back yard.  Unwelcome guests.  Jack kept his eyes on the heavens.

"Colonel Jack O'Neill?"

"Retired."  And determined to stay that way.  No more suicide missions.  No more black ops.  No more sneaking around and lying and conniving.  You hear me, Daniel?  This time I'm going to live.

"I'm Major Samuels."  A suit.  Puffed up on his own importance.

"Air Force?"

"Yes sir.  I'm the General's Executive Officer."

"Want a little piece of advice Major? Get re-assed to NASA. That's where all the action's gonna be. Out there."  He focused on a galaxy.  Abydos was out there.

The officer was nervous.  "I'm uh, I'm under orders to bring you to see General Hammond Sir."

He stared at the sky, uninterested.  "Never heard of him."

"He replaced General West. He says it's important. Has to do with the Stargate."

Stargate?

Hey Daniel?  Maybe Minnesota will wait.