You must stop resisting me. A voice said in the back of Jack's mind. It seemed like any thought he had ever had, but it was definitely someone else's. Jack had no intention of giving in to this Goa'uld.

Get out. You can't have my body! He yelled silently. Everything around him was unfamiliar. He was lying on the ground, his arms folded across his chest, in a grove of lush, green trees.

I think you'll find that if you cease resisting me, you will come to understand-

I don't want to understand! Get out! He shouted back. His body jerked a little with his attempt to force the Goa'uld out of his mind and body.

We are not going anywhere until I am certain you understand. But maybe there's a better way for me to explain this to you. Suddenly, Jack was quite free to move, he stood up, but he was no longer in the forest. He was standing in a vast field with tall yellow grasses and flowers around him. It seemed to go on endlessly, but when he walked forward, his outstretched hands hit a wall. The sky and meadow around him were an illusion.

"Colonel, this is my half of our mind. I can keep you here as long as I desire and I will unless you hear me out." A Goa'ulds voice said. Jack whirled around, behind him, standing somewhat higher on the false hill, was a man whose face he recognized just as he would General Hammond or one of his team, but he didn't know who it was.

"Get out of my body." Jack said with resolve, his fists clenched at his sides. The man shook his head, his eyes closed as if wearily.

"I will consider leaving you after, and only after I have explained myself. But I am convinced that you will understand the need for me to…borrow, I suppose, your body. What say you? Will you hear me out?" The man asked, looking penetratingly at Jack.

"Why should I bother?" He replied cruelly.

"Because the fate of your people and mine hangs in the balance." Jack looked at the man, the ground, his feet, and several other places as if searching for somewhere to run. Jack tried to look over his situation rationally. He was on a planet that he had never been to before, miles from the gate, locked in a room with someone he was sure he had met before, not to mention the fact that he was now an unwilling host to a Goa'uld.

"That's the first thing we should clear up Jack, I am very sorry I had to take you against your will, it goes against everything I believe in my heart, but in these circumstances…" He paused for a moment, and not entirely sure how, Jack knew he was telling the truth. He walked toward the man and looked him up and down.

"Fine, we'll talk." The man smiled weakly and gestured for him to sit down. When they were settled, he leaned back and sighed heavily as if he carried some great weight, Jack noticed.

"I would like to apologize once more for taking you as a host without your express permission. I have been waiting on that planet for so long, I never in my wildest dreams expected you to be the one to come."

"That raises a question. Why would a Goa'uld care whether or not I wanted to be a host? You guys take people all the time without asking." The man didn't answer; he just stared at Jack with a look of understanding on his face. Jack opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what he was saying, it was like the symbiote was thinking for him.

"Yes?"

"Because…"

"Yes?"

"Because you're not a Goa'uld." Jack finished uncertainly. He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. "You're a Tok'ra." The man nodded.

"That is correct. And?" Jack's face contorted with anger. He stood up and backed away, every line of his face darkened with fury. The man didn't move; it seemed he had expected this reaction. Jack shook his head slowly from side to side in a livid disbelief.

"Kanan."