Teyla stared at the Relarn leader in frustration.

"It is an omen," the man kept saying, his face tight in fear.

His men stood around a pile of rubble they had uncovered, setting up bracing to lift Doctor McKay and Lieutenant Ford up out of the hole. Major Sheppard picked through it, being careful of his injured arm.

Teyla hurried forward to see the cause of the disturbance.

Sheppard looked up as she crawled over the rubble. "I think I know why Beckett's Wraith didn't have all his friends down on this planet years ago," he said, nudging something with his foot.

The twisted body of Wraith lay under the rubble. Sheppard knelt and turned over something that looked like a rock, but turned out to be part of the Wraith dart the body had come from. Under it was part of a severed hand and a Wraith remote device that it seemed they all wore, but this one was smashed beyond use.

Sheppard turned back to Calib. "It's not an omen, but probably why your people didn't get invaded by the Wraith when this ship crashed. They have this thing," he said, using the toe of his boot to point to the wrist device, "it sends out a distress call if something happens to them. This one got smashed and so it never transmitted."

"You have disturbed the body," Calib said, harshly. "Such is sacrilege."

Sheppard groaned. "He's dead, Calib. I don't think he minded and I know for a fact, the Wraith don't care much about how they treat anything, even their own dead." Fire burned behind the Major's cold blue eyes as he stated this.

The Relarn leader hesitated. "It will need buried."

"Yes," Sheppard said, "but not before we get my people out of that hole and home."

Calib rubbed a hand across his chin and then nodded. "We will help you."

Sheppard sighed, his shoulders slumping a bit wearily. "Thank you."

He looked over at Teyla and she nodded. "The men are nearly ready."

"Finally," he reached for his radio. "Doctor Beckett, you read me?"

"Yes, what's wrong up there?"

"Nothing. We're going to be ready to start moving McKay and Ford here in a couple minutes. You ready down there?"

"Yes. I just finished strapping Rodney down and gave him a mild sedative to keep him quiet for the lift. We don't need him thrashing around as befuddled as he is."

"No," Sheppard agreed. "That would not be a good thing."

Teyla gave him a nod and hurried back to the men. They had erected a frame over the hole that Beckett had fallen in and stabilized enough to bear the men's weight to get them out. They were hooking a pulley to it and threading a rope through it as she came up.

"Aye, lass, we're nearly ready," a man who had been introduced as Rubin told her. "You're men are lucky if they be alive after a fall like that," he said nodding to the hole.

"Yes, they are lucky men," she answered. "I have witnessed them and their people defy death on many occasions and live to tell the tale."

"They must be truly blessed," Rubin said with a smile. "Let us get them home to their families then."

Teyla only nodded. She only wished these men could get home to their families. With out the device they called a ZMP or as Doctor McKay pronounced it ZedMP, they were trapped in this galaxy. It was her home, but it was not theirs. Their planet Earth seemed to be a truly wondrous place from what she had glimpsed of it from the reality the mist beings had created from Major Sheppard memories. She had felt their disappointment when they had found out that it had all been nothing but a, well, a dream. It would be well to get them to their real home, but for now, they needed to get them back to their home on Atlantis.

Carson did one last check on the harness to the backboard Ford was strapped to. "You just need to relax and let them pull you up. I'll be down here guiding it so you don't get spinnin' around or anything," he told the Lieutenant.

"I'm find, Doc," Ford said, sounding much more relaxed than he did. "It'll be okay. They'll get me up and then Doctor McKay."

Carson nodded. "Aye, they will, lad."

"Beckett, you ready down there?" Sheppard's voice came over the radio.

"We're ready, Major," he said, looking at Ford and the young man nodded.

"Okay, were we go."

The backboard and Ford lifted slowly and steadily upward. Beckett guided it so it stayed steady. It didn't take them too awfully long to get the injured man raised. Beckett breathed a sigh of relief when he heard, "We've got him."

Carson let go of the rope and walked back over to check on Rodney while they unhooked the harness from the other backboard. He signed. Rodney lay strapped onto the backboard, sleeping peacefully. He leaned up against the wall of the cave, resting his hands lightly against the rough stone surface. He stretched a little and brushed his hand against something smooth. He turned a little and laid his palm against it. A deep rumbling filled the chamber and floor under him began to move and shift.

"Oh, no. No. No! Don't do this," he said, slapping his hand against the smooth panel again, but lights started to blink inside it and then more lit up around him. Oh, crap! What did his stupid Ancient's gene do now?