Oh man, what hit me? I slowly wake up from whatever knocked my lights out. Let's see, was I hit by a car..no, mugged..no, shot..no, kidnaped...maybe. I try to determine if I have any injuries, wishing I paid more attention in health class. No broken bones I think, but one killer headache. And I wish they would turn on the lights. "Hey let me out of here!" I start to shout, surprised when I hear an answer.

"Oh will you please just shut up!"

"Where am I?"

"On my ship."

"Why are the lights out?" I hear him laugh before he answers me.

"The lights are on. Your vision will return soon." What did he do to my vision. I start to panic. I'm blind I'm blind. No, I need to calm down. He said it would come back.

"Who are you?" Again he's laughing at me. What's up with that?

"What is it about the Tau'ri and names? Can't you just accept that I'm better than you without needing a name to curse. Back when Ra was ruling..."

I tune out his voice. What is he talking about? He must be high or something. Suddenly I see something move out of the corner of my eye. Yes, my sight's coming back just like he said it would. I wait for a minute and then look around. I seem to be in some sort of room, painted gold, with pictures of hieroglyphs on the walls. Maybe he's from Egypt, but what could he possibly want with me?

I turn my head in his general direction and notice another figure slumped on the ground. Curious as to who might be here with me, I crawl over in their direction, gasping when I see that it's Sam. "Sam."

Now I remember, we were heading out to the car. She still looks out cold so I turn her over onto her back and start checking for injuries. I see there's some sort of armband on her right arm and some sort of collar around her throat, but other than that she looks fine.

"What did you do to her?" I interrupt his speech. He looks at me curiously before seeing that I had found my sister.

"Oh, her? Don't worry about her, I can't do anything too damaging or else I won't get paid."

"What do you want with us?"

"You? Nothing with you, you were just in the way. It's her. She's the one I was after. As to why, I think I would rather wait to tell you. Don't want to ruin the surprise."

Sam, what have you gotten yourself into? I look at her again, noticing the armband and the collar.

"What are these for?"

"What, the infuser? It's my first line of defense. Don't want her to put up a fight."

"A fight? She's unconscious, what do you think she'll do?"

"Hey! If there's one thing I have learned, it is not to underestimate the members of SG-1. If she can escape from Hell, then what makes you think I can keep her here without help? Not to mention all those times they have died."

What was he talking about...Hell, died? He is definitely high.

"What about the collar?"

"That's my second line of defense. If she does manage to escape, that will insure she won't get very far." He gets up and goes into another room through a door I didn't even notice. Funny, I've never seen a door like that before, one that comes from three sides and locks in the middle. It reminds me of all those sci-fi shows. With nothing else to do I sit down next to Sam, waiting for her to wake up. Eventually she starts to stir.

"Sam?"

"Mark," she slurred a bit but otherwise she sounded fine. She started sitting up and opening her eyes.

"Don't worry, your sight will come back."

"Yeah, I know." How did she know? "Any idea who's hosting this party?"

"There was some guy here before. I asked him his name and he went off about tar something and ra something or other. So no, I don't know who, but I kinda know why. He said he was after you."

"What?"

"So I'm guessing you have no idea either." She shook her head slowly. "So how are you feeling?"

"Out of it, like I'm being drugged or something. It's hard to think right now."

"Yea, he put something on your arm, said it was an infuser or something like that. It might be something that's injecting you with drugs." I watch as her hand touches the 'infuser', slowly tracing it with her fingers.

"And speaking of drugs, I think he's got enough to last for a lifetime or two. No one can be this delusional. He's either crazy or high, and I'm betting he's high. He also put some kind of collar on you, don't know what it's supposed to do though." She quickly feels the collar before she starts looking around now. "How are your eyes doing?"

"They're getting better every minute." I jump to my feet when she starts to get up.

"Are you sure you should be moving?" She starts to sway and grabs me for support. She just nods and after a second raises her head and begins to walk to a wall.

"Sam, do you recognize any of these things?" I ask pointing to the lines of hieroglyphs.

"A couple of them." I was just about to ask her where from when suddenly there's a sound coming from the other room the strange guy went into. She signals me to be quiet. We can hear faint voices coming from the other side of the door, then another sound before it all goes quiet. After a few minutes, Sam motions for me to come over beside her, at the same time she reaches for a hieroglyph that looked like a sideways S and turns it. I was about to ask her what she was doing when the door opens. How did she know that would happen?

I follow her out of the room and get my first look at whatever it is we were in. I kinda figured we were in a ship, but I have never seen a bridge that looked like this. I was thrown out of my reverie when Sam goes to the center console, opens some sort of hatch, takes out a crystal and throws it against the wall.

"What are you doing?" She doesn't answer me, but grabs my hand and pulls me through another door. Where are we going now? Stepping through the door I find myself outside by what looks like some sort of forest. Wait a minute, I thought we were on a ship. Where's the water? She is running for the forest now, and I have to sprint to catch up with her. After what seems like hours, she stops and falls onto a fallen tree. I'm with her in a second as we both catch our breath.

"Samantha, what's going on here?" I ask between breathes.

"I'm not sure Mark." Not sure. I don't buy that for a second and my frustration and confusion are quickly turning into anger.

"Not sure! How can you say you're not sure about this. He said he was after you! You knew how to open that door. You knew your sight would come back. You probably know this guy too. And whatever you did to that... that thing back there, you knew exactly what you were doing. So I am going to ask you again. What the hell is going on?" The rage out of my system I collapse onto the log with my sister. I look in her eyes for an answer, expecting to find rage in them but seeing something I couldn't quite place. She comes over and gives me a quick hug before pulling back and looking me in the eye.

"Mark. I want to tell you everything, believe me I do. But I can't right now. Whatever he is giving me is messing with my head. I can barely speak to you let alone try to make sense of this whole thing." I watch her hang her head between her knees then figure out where I've seen that look in her eyes. As a rebellious teenager I used to hang out with people who used drugs, and I saw that look many times. My sister is high. Very high. And knowing that she wasn't high after she got off the plane, she must have been given something by that man.

"Hey you okay?" She raises her head to nod at me before lowering it again. "Maybe that's what he was doing with that infuser thingy, using it to give you some drugs to keep you out of it."

"Maybe. Can you take it off?"

"Let me see." She raises her arm out to me. I look at it for a second before I start tugging at it. After a few minutes I give up. "Sorry Sam, however it's hooked in, I can't figure it out." She nods and sits still for awhile. I can see she is shivering. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just a little cold." I glance around the forest. It's a nice day, the sun is shining without a cloud in the sky. I feel her forehead to see if she has a fever. Nope, must be an after effect of whatever he's pumping into her.

"So, this is your area of expertise. Should we get moving?" She nods again and then starts to stand up. I give her my hand and practically haul her up. She clings to me for dear life, like she has never stood on her own two feet before. Now I'm really getting worried. My sister is one of the strongest people I know. What could do this to her. After a minute or so it looks like she's almost back to normal and she cautiously lets go of my arm.

"So, where do you think we are?"

"Right where I want you to be."

We both look up as a third voice joins our conversation.