Daniel's nightmares grew steadily worse over the next few days, and by the end of the week he dreaded the thought of sleep. Jack and Sam didn't seem disturbed by any visions, if anything they seemed more animated in their interactions with her. He kept what he hoped were unreasonable fears to himself, but he couldn't help but notice that Teal'c seemed less and less inclined to visit the girl. The presidential order for Andie to remain on base was oddly comforting.
And then the dreams started coming during the day.
The first waking-nightmare, Daniel thought he had imagined it. The base was under attack, the only escape was through the 'Gate. Just as he was about to go through, Andie walked into the Gateroom with Anubis in tow.
He snapped back into reality in the middle of a session with Andie who sitting across from him, watching him intensely. "Is something the matter?" she asked, her eyes blank of all emotion. "You let your thought go. You look rather pale. Are you sick?"
Shaking his head slowly, he said, "I'm just tired. Maybe we should finish this later. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," she said with a smile. "It was getting boring anyway. And my stories are on."
Daniel watched as she bounced out into the hallway. She was the same, and yet something was off. He kept expecting her to laugh for thinking such bizarre things about her, but she never did. And then there were the moments were he found her suddenly looking around the room she was in, startled and unaware of her surroundings. Like a frightened animal. It never lasted long; she would regain her composure and smile sweetly.
This continued for weeks. Daniel threw himself into researching the artifacts from P3C-423, but it only seemed to lead him in circles, and what little he had learned from Selmak and Jacobduring their brief visit hadn't been very helpful at all.
He felt as if he'd hit a wall made out of superstition, religious dogma, and DNA coding. And then the President authorized a film crew to make a documentary of the SGC.
