Author's Note: What wonderful people you are! A big grin to all for their kind words. This next installment is a great lighter segment of the story. I'm fighting a head cold right now, so please let me know if there are any technical errors. Thanks!

Daniel wiped his brow as he studied the ancient text. It had been at least an hour since Jack and Sam disappeared, but nothing on the wall had as of yet told him any information as to where they had gone or what had done it.

"Can I be of any assistance, DanielJackson?" Teal'c, with his calming stoic presence, stood at the doorway. He was starting to worry about his friends. With his exile from his homeworld, Teal'c had come to need the support and friendship of his teammates, and he would do anything to ensure their safety.

"Not really, Teal'c." Daniel stood and stretched his legs. "All the writing had told me is the same thing; these beings were old and good and wise, and they possessed magic of different kinds; healing, weapons, divination. I've already gone through half of this text, and still have found nothing out of the ordinary or unique enough to insinuate a trigger device."

"I have just reported back to GeneralHammond. He says he is sending SG teams 3 and 4 to help with the search, along with several specialists in ancient languages. They should arrive in about two hours."

"I don't know if we have that long, Teal'c. I don't know where they have gone, or what, if anything, is there waiting for them."

Daniel walked over to the other side of the room and casually looked at the wall, hoping that maybe something would jump out at him. Noticing that his shoelace was untied, he bent down to fix it.

"Jonah the worker smells like a camel. You gotta love those worker's sense of humor," he read at the bottom of the wall as he tied his shoelace. Standing back up to resume his translation efforts, something on the wall caught his eye.

"Teal'c, maybe you can help. Come over here and look at this word. Does it look wrong to you?"

Teal'c joined Daniel at the wall. "I am not familiar with the spelling of this word on Earth, but indeed on Chu'lac this word would have one too many letters. For such a common word it is odd that it would be misspelled."

"After all the careful attention to detail that I've seen so far, this can't be an accident. Only the high priests would have access to this room, much less know how to write, so I'm guessing this must be the trigger. Teal'c, you go inform General Hammond the situation while I see how to activate it."

"Be careful, DanielJackson, I do not want to come back to an empty room."

"I will."

"Hey, did someone forget to bring me some coffee? Where did that Bozo the Clown reject run off to?"

As Gooshie and Beeks watched from the annex, Jack started to pace the floor.

"So, who's going to bring him coffee?" Beeks looked at Gooshie.

"Don't look at me; I'm just a programmer. You're the doctor." Beeks could see the nervousness in Gooshie's eyes.

"All right, I'll bring him coffee; maybe he'll respond better to a female."

Beeks walked out of the room and towards the cafeteria. She touched a special watch that doubled as a communication device to Ziggy.

"Ziggy, can you please alert security that I'm going to need an escort when I enter the observation room."

"Affirmative Doctor. May I suggest also that you bring our guest something to eat. Humans tend to get grumpy when malnourished." Her sultry female voice and astute suggestion made Beeks smile. "Why did Dr. Beckett make Ziggy the way he did is beyond me."

"I will, Ziggy, thanks."

Jack stood up as the door opened. Thinking that this might be the time to try an escape, Jack switched the position of his body, preparing to spring onto whoever came through the door. An older black woman and a very big man stepped into the room, and judging from the mass of the man, Jack concluded he would have no chance. "He reminds me of someone...a big black man with a snake in his stomach. What was his name again…wait, why can't I remember his name!"

"Hello, Jack, I believe you wanted a black coffee and some Asprin." Beeks held out a styrofoam cup and some pills. I took the liberty of also bringing you a sandwich. Are you felling any better?"

Jack sat back on the bed, not moving. "Yeah, I'm just peachy. What happened to Mr. McDonald, I didn't scare him off with my charming personality, did I?"

Beeks placed the goodwill offerings on the end of the bed. "Al is attending to other matters at the moment. My name is Dr. Verbenna Beeks. If you need something else while you're here please let us know."

"Us…you don't mean Mr. Friendly here with you, do you?"

Beeks looked at the security guard and smiled. "No, I mean me or my staff. Is there anything else you need right now?"

"Yea, I need to get out of here. Think you could help me with that one?"

"Sorry, Jack, not right now, but I assure you that we are doing everything in our power to get you back to where you came from. If you could just tell us some information about what you can remember it might speed up the process."

"Sorry, Doctor, can't do that."

"Well, like I said, if you need anything let us know."

As Beeks started to leave the room, Jack reached for the coffee and started thinking about his friends again. "What was his name again? I want to call him Murry, but I know that's not it. Tommy? Timmy? Teal…no, that's a color. Dammit, why can't I remember!"