Shortly after SG-1 had left his planet, Atum snickered. The fools thought that they were safe. Give them a big nasty maze and they think that's all you had in mind. He knew that any successful plan was a feint-within-a-feint-within-a-feint. The fools were just as doomed as they were in the maze, but now they had condemned their entire planet to perish wish them. And others. His time to step out of his self-enforced exile and unite the lesser Gods that he had created was coming. Kill SG-1? They were worthless, his true plan had far greater scope. He would become leader of the Goa'uld. And kill the troublesome Tau'ri. And wipe out the Asgard. All in one beautiful stroke. The best part was that the stoke had already been delivered, now it was only a matter of time. He need only wait. His dark laughter sent birds flying from the trees for miles.