When she opened her eyes, it was dark. Very Dark. A deeper darkness than she had ever known, and she had experienced more darkness than that of the darkest regions of space-time. She could not feel her legs, her arms lain out beside her, as cold and as frozen as ice. The floor below her was as hard as stone and very damp, plagued with a quarter inch of water. She turned her head to the right side, her cheek lightly hitting the floor, cold water stinging the large wound she acquired from a silver ring. A small piece of her jet-black hair fell across the bridge of her nose and she noticed that it too was soaked with water.

She tried to move, but her strength was limited and she no longer had a will. She was drifting in and out of sleep, when she heard the hiss of a door and bright light spilled into her dark wet room. Standing in the doorway was a man cloaked in black with many wounds on his face and a large scar across his forehead where she had attacked him with a silver dagger. The man walked into the room; the bottoms of his robes becoming slightly damp, and stopped at her bare feet.

"You are strong. I greatly admire you for that, but the odds are against me, as you are my enemy and your strength is not in my favor," he said. He quickly walked closer to her and kicked her hard in the stomach. She had no strength to make any sound but coiled up in pain, gasping for breath and sucking down some water. She choked and coughed, and he kicked her again, this time in the face causing her nose to bleed. "It is a shame that I must resort to these mortal primitive methods."

"You will not acquire what you seek," she said weakly, and the deepness of her voice did not match the youth of her face.

He bent down to the floor, kneeling on one knee. "Ah…I may not acquire it, but I will find it, and then I will search for a way to acquire it and then, my friend, I shall acquire what I seek." He stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand. "It saddens me that though you are so beautiful, you are of an equal nuisance. I only wish you would reconsider and try seeing things the way that I see them."

She paused for a moment and then spit in his face. "I hate the way you see things."

He fumed at her remark and slapped her across the face leaving another wound under her old one from the metal ring he wore. He said nothing and grabbed her by the hair, making her stand up, facing him. As she was tortured for so many hours before she no longer cared about pain, and he could have pulled as hard as he wanted on her hair, for mentally, she never would have felt it.

He gazed into her eyes, black engulfing it wholly, her iris as white as death, glaring back at him. "Where is the weapon? You know where it is, and what it can do. They say that only you know. I cannot ask anyone else. You will tell me…"

"No, I wont…" she said, her voice now at full strength.

"Then I will have to search in the one place that I have not dared to search, for myself," he said, noticing the realization in her eyes. "You are scared?"

"No," she lied, after a short pause.

Without warning, he pulled her face to his and kissed her, his warm mouth against her cold face. She did not want this to happen and would have immediately pulled away but her body was completely inert and unable to respond to her mind. She then felt her mouth grow warmer and warmer and when he pulled away, she felt that warmth travel down her throat and almost instantly shoot right to the back of her head, causing so much pain, a lower being would have gone insane and opened up his own head to get at it. She screamed in pain and sank to the floor, passing out once again into a never-ending darkness.

§§§

Danei woke with a start in her bed in the infirmary, sitting up and looking around, her jet-black hair falling in front of her face. She started feeling scared and had the urge to cry, but turned to another alternative.

"DANIEL!" she cried, looking around in the darkness once more. "Daniel!"

After waiting a few moments and not knowing if he heard her or not, she gave up. She thought about her dream and how real it had seemed to her. It was like a dream; a strange fuzzy appearance, not really defining what shapes where what but giving her enough detail to know what it was. But at the same time, so real and so vivid as if from a memory.

Don't tell me what I cannot do…

She jumped. Where was that? A small voice…she hadn't heard it…more thought it…but how?

You will die by my hand…

She jumped again. An awful voice somewhere in her mind behind her ears, forcing her to hear words never uttered by herself or anyone in the SGC. Words hidden in her memories.

I will never answer to you…

But there it was. Her voice. Words she never said taking on the sound of her own voice.

"Daniel!" she cried again, now shaking with fear. "Daniel!" she cried, a tear falling down the side of her face.

She saw out the doorway, Daniel and Sam hurrying down the hall. They turned and entered the infirmary, turning on the light. Daniel quickly walked to the side of her bed and sat down, putting his arm around her. "Mains m'lona?" he asked. What's wrong?

She cried, burying her face in Daniel's shirt, as he stroked her hair. "E aeil roedes...Daniel E il s'dileh." I hear voices…I am scared

"Voices?" Daniel asked, in her tongue. "Where do you hear them?"

She pointed to her temple, as an autistic child would have, almost as if uttering the words would have proposed the assumption of insanity.

"Sam," he said.

"What?" she asked, sitting down at Danei's other side.

"She's hearing the same thing that I am," he said. "We have to wake everyone else, something's going on."

"I'll go do that, you stay here with Danei," Sam said. She looked at Danei and smiled. "It's okay," she said, then stood up and left the room.