"Sir, you need to eat. It doesn't taste the greatest but, I'm not dead yet." Sam gave the half-conscious Jack a small smile, knowing he couldn't see it, but passing it anyway. She pushed him a small bowl full of sludge.

"They untied us." Jack flexed his arms in front of him, stating the obvious.

"I think it would be more accurate to say he did." Sam stood and walked over to him. "He is the only being I've seen."

"How long was I out?" Jack hadn't made a move towards the bowl.

"Nearly three hours by my watch."

"What have you been doing?"

"First I walked around the perimeter of our cell, looking for a way out, but it seems you were correct in thinking we are underground. We are entirely surrounded by stone, except for the door. I then kicked and hollered at the door, I'm surprised I didn't wake you. However that was completely useless so I sat and thought."

"For three hours? About what?"

"Martouf mostly." She stopped there and Jack didn't pry. As much as he wanted to help her, they had more pressing issues. And the temperature was not getting any warmer.

"God it's cold in here!" he said changing the subject.

"Yes, I think I know why now. When our captor came to untie the ropes he touched my skin and burned me. It seems his body temperature is extremely high compared to ours. This climate is probably quite comfortable for him."

"Maybe, but not for us. How are you holding up?"

"I'm not cold anymore, my entire body is numb." Sam gave a small laugh. "So much for fishing huh?"

Jack stood up next to her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. She was as cold as ice, he allowed her to steal his body heat. "We're going to get out of here, and I'm going to teach you how to catch the biggest fish in the lake."

Sam remained quiet, savoring the feeling of being so close to him, even under such brutal conditions. "Is that a threat sir?"

"It's a promise Carter." He rested his chin on her head. He had noticed she had started with the "sir's" again but he didn't bother to correct her, figuring that "sir" was the strong, resilient, military leader she could always count on to be there for her. The "colonel" had all the power, the possibilities, and had the knowledge and skill to get out of sticky situations. Jack was just the fun-loving guy she had fallen in love with so long ago.

"Sir, what is the real reason you asked me to come with you?" Sam pulled back from his embrace immediately regretting it when the cold air rushed across her body once again.

"I wanted your company."

"No, there was something else that made you come after me when I declined the second time."

Jack knew he would have to tell her the truth and right now seemed as good a time as any. "I was concerned... actually Daniel and I were... well really it was Daniel's idea..."

Sam looked up at him with raised eyebrows waiting for him to spit it out.

"After everything that's happened, with Martouf, and between us, Daniel and I were concerned for your well being. You were doing a lot of work lately, more than usual, and he thought it would be good for you to get out of the office and get your mind off things. So I invited you up here, well not here, but to my cabin, you know what I mean. Thought it might be fun." He gave a small shrug and looked around him not really to see anything, more something to do, his face started to show signs of guilt. "Really it's my fault you're stuck here in the first place."

Jack felt, more than saw the tear fall down Sam's face. He pulled her close to his body once more, tucking her head underneath his chin. "God, I'm so sorry Sam... for everything."

He felt her physically breakdown in his arms, it took most of his strength just to keep her standing. "It's not your fault, sir. I'm glad I'm here with you. I'd rather face your worst enemy with you than let you face it alone." She glanced down where she knew the bowl was, "Sir, you really need to eat."