He sneezed.

The fog was thick and very clingy; it took his eyes a couple of moments to adjust to the dense atmosphere. Daniel sneezed again and decidedly took a few steps forward, away from the gate. Despite the fog, the world coming into view was pleasant. It was oddly quiet and cloud cover obscured the sky, but he could just make out a treeline of conifers up ahead and the climate was just cool enough to be comfortable.

Still, there was something wrong, something was missing. And laughing, he realized what it was: his gear. That damned Air Force issued twenty pounds of extra weight he never seemed to be without. He carried on; it felt good to be free of the burden.

The landscape came more into focus the farther away he sauntered from the Stargate, clearing a path for him. Wading through the ground-level cloud, he passed an abandoned white van in the middle of the road. The passenger's side door lay ajar. Daniel walked closer to investigate. A sudden breeze swept through the area. The sound of paper rattling in the wind. A small map fell from the dashboard of the van onto the passenger's seat.

"Silent Hill," Daniel read aloud as he picked it up. Two vicious streaks of red made an "x" with a small notation beside it that read: You Are Here. Apparently, on the outskirts of town. Another marking, circled around what looked to be the library, had a message of: We Are Here. Daniel stuck the map in his back pocket and adjusted his glasses as he peered deeper into the sinuous fog. "Who's We?" he wondered.

"Alright, send in the gizmo," the colonel instructed, as he tapped the table with his fingers impatiently. The team watched as the little remote-surveyor was launched into the watery portal. Minutes later the various consuls devoted to it were beeping and spewing out sheets of data. Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Is that good?" he asked no one in particular.

Sam went over to the consul and began looking at the data while the other techs continued to monitor the progress of the surveyor. She nodded after a couple of moments. "Yes, we're good. The atmosphere is identical to Earth's and there were no initial readings of Jaffa or other Goa'uld technology-"

"Identical? Is that possible?" Jonas wondered.

"But we're having some problems with the rest of the feedback," Sam went on.

"What kind of problems?" General Hammond inquired.

"Well," Carter stood up from the consul. "We only got a small amount of data until this," she hit a button for the monitor and speakers to kick in. White-noise blared over the control room, while the familiar black and white interplay showed on the screen.

Jack groaned deep in his throat. "What does it mean, Major?"

"Hmm," she began. "The surveyor obviously went through fine, so there must be some sort of interference on the other side."

"Like Goa'uld interference?" Jack prodded.

"Well, there were no signs of Goa'uld with the first burst of information sent back, right? It could just be natural," Jonas surmised. "I'm still caught by the atmosphere readouts though."

"Teal'c, do you know of any technology that his this effect?" Hammond asked.

"I do not," he answered.

Jack slapped Teal'c on the back happily. "Well, then it's settled. Let's suit up." He looked to Hammond cautiously who nodded his approval.

"Carter," Jack asked as he took off his goggles to get a better look of the grey world. "Are you sure we've left Earth?"

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Blah. Sorry, it's so short but my brain is not working so well. Thanks for reading, please review!-k.ramsey

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