He was hallucinating. He felt like he had walked in on the Spanish Inquisition. It was bloody and rancid, a torture scene. It was like cheesy movie sequence.

Or a dream he could turn off. A very real dream. The smell of blood was thick in the air. Everything seemed to be tinted red. Nothing looked real. He could swear he saw corpses everywhere.

He couldn't block the screams any more. He must hallucinating. The screams were so real, so close. He could feel them resonating in his ear drum.

Was he hallucinating?

Why had he suddenly gone insane?

You are not insane, he heard somewhere beyond the screaming.

Why was that not comforting?

Because you do not want it to be. You cannot protect the girl if you do not know why the others went insane.

They were supposed to protect her from her own mind? That was just a little on the impossible side.

If you don't interfere, it's not!

"Dr. Jackson!" Gen. Hammond's bark jerked him back into reality. Daniel looked up to see SG-1, Gen. Hammond, and Janet staring at him. "Do you have anything to add?" he asked, much more calmly.

He shook his head slowly. "No. I don't."

"Then, dismissed."

Sam hurried after Daniel as they left the debriefing room. "What was that all about?" she asked. "You're not usually the one who drifts off."

"You know those dreams?" he started slowly.

She nodded emphatically. "Had one the night before the mission. Why?"

"I just had one, and it told me not to interfere."

"Interfere with what?"

"I have no idea." He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Is Andie awake yet?"

Sam shook her head, her expression surprisingly maternal. "No. But Janet says not to worry. Besides, there's nothing we can do."

"Aside from not interfere," Daniel reminded her.

She laughed despite of herself. "Whatever that means."