He lay on his pallet on the hard floor of the hut. He hated the days like today when the rain had been too heavy to allow them to do any outdoor work. Everyday he would throw himself into the heavy physical work of the farming community and in the evening would dig a little more in the area where the stargate was buried. Laira and the others believed he did so to help them but it was all about sleep. If he was exhausted he could sleep. On a day like today where all he had been able to do was sit inside and repair harnesses he was just not tired enough to sleep.
He ran through the catalogue of grins in his mind, picked out his favourite and pictured her sitting cross-legged opposite him wearing the "I can't believe you just said that to a Goa'uld" grin. He talked her through the plot of Turandot for the umpteenth time. After a while he let himself imagine her explain what they were doing to get to him, and even if she would never have recognised any of the scientific terms he made up for her to use, the Carter in his head just said it all with a sad smile.
But wait, there's more..