It made no sense. As far as Daniel could tell, the "scripture" surrounding his picture had absolutely nothing to do with the drawing! He kept adding more and more pages to the story, yet only succeeding in confusing himself further. Currently, he was searching for the bottom half of the page with the actual drawing.

"Daniel?"

Without looking up, Daniel gestured to the small clear space on the table in front of him.

"Thanks, Vala," he said absently. "Just set it there."

"Daniel."

With an annoyed sigh, he looked up not to see Vala with a nice, steaming cup of coffee in her hands, but Adria, face expressionless as stone. A cry of surprise burst from his lips and he stood, scurrying backwards and scrambling for any kind of weapon. His hand grabbed a large binder and he raised his arm to throw it at her. However, before his fingers could release their grip, the binder slid effortlessly from his grasp and drifted to the Orici. It clattered to the floor at her feet and she shook her head disapprovingly at the linguist.

"I will not hurt you."

"You won't hurt me?" Daniel exclaimed, his pain and anger surfacing in one great burst. "You won't hurt me? You sunk an entire city, killing thousands of innocent people just so you could kill me for breaking your cold heart four years ago! Talk about holding a grudge! If you're not here to hurt me, then what-?"

"I am here about Ettan," Adria interrupted coldly. "And I swear upon the Ori I will not hurt you. Satisfied?"

Daniel glared, breathing heavily and nostrils flaring.

"Sorry it took so long, Da—Adria!" Vala exclaimed. She stared at her daughter for the briefest millisecond before turning on her heel to run to the com. Suddenly she froze in mid-step and Adria took a single step towards her mother.

"Did you actually think I would let you warn your friends?" she asked. The tension in Vala's form let go and the ex-con turned to frown at her daughter.

"How did you get here?"

A grim, wry smile grew on the Orici's face and the skin crinkled up by her eyes.

"Despite your…confusing success at managing to rid me of the Asgard beaming technology," Adria started with a frown, "I have managed to find another method of getting places I need to in the least amount of time possible."

Daniel frowned, wondering distantly if that would affect Q Larienge's life… which led him to realize something else.

"I see you replaced your necklace," he commented. Adria smiled, fingers touching the pendant softly.

"Yes," she agreed. "I did."

"She's here about Ettan," Daniel told Vala after a moment of tense silence, keeping wary eyes fixed on Adria as he moved swiftly to Vala's side, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. Adria's eyes rested on the loving touch for the briefest second before nodding.

"Yes. It is difficult for me to…take care of him now that you have taught him the concept of fun," she admitted, gaining a smile from Daniel as he remembered that incident.

"Did you…" Adria paused, frowning. "Did Ettan ever have dreams when he was with you?"

Daniel's eyes widened and he felt Vala stiffen and eye him. Taking a deep breath, he kept his eyes on Adria sternly.

"Once that I know of," he told her. "Why?"

"He's having dreams regularly," she said, tone distant as if she had already moved on.

"Why is that anything special?" Vala asked.

"The Ori do not…have an appreciation for dreams. I've never had a dream and Ettan was the same…the first time he did, I told him never to speak of them and that the Ori would prevent him from ever having dreams again. However, that has not been the case."

Daniel and Vala exchanged glances.

"That musta been why he collapsed," Vala muttered. Adria nodded.

"Dreams are not of the Ori, therefore they forbid them," she stated. "But did Ettan manage to say anything to you about the dream before he collapsed?"

"He said…you were in it," Daniel replied slowly. Adria's lips curled downward.

"Strange. He told me you were in them."

Silence filled the room before Vala shifted her weight, annoyed.

"That all?" she asked testily. Adria glared at her mother.

"This is not something I take lightly, Mother," the Orici reprimanded. "It is not something you should take lightly, either."

"Why not?" Vala asked angrily. "Because it goes against Origin? Why do the Ori forbid dreams, anyway?"

"I told you," Adria said exasperatedly, as if she was talking to a little child. "They are not of the Ori."

"Whoop-dee-do!" Vala exclaimed, leaving Daniel's grasp and taking a few steps toward her daughter. "I don't see why that matters! Water isn't 'of the Ori'! Do they forbid that too?"

Adria's jaw tensed visibly and Daniel could see her mentally calm herself before replying. "There is a story in the Book of Origin to explain it further, but somehow I doubt you would appreciate it if I recited it to you."

"Whoa, wait," Daniel interrupted, taking a step closer. "There isn't a story about dreams in the Book of Origin!"

"There have been revisions since you last read the book, Daniel," Adria explained. Daniel frowned.

"Like my picture?" he asked, walking over to his work and picking up the drawing. Adria nodded.

"That, however, was not done with my knowledge." She paused again, pursing her lips. "I have tried many times to keep the picture out of the Book of Origin, but, somehow, it finds a way to stay. Almost like it has a mind of its own. And it's in every copy now. I…I don't know why or how."

Daniel frowned, his confusion from earlier resurfacing and deepening. "Could I have one of the revised copies?" he asked. Adria eyed him, right eyebrow raised skeptically.

"It is blasphemy—"

"Do you want to know what's going on with this picture or not?" Daniel interrupted, not in the mood to argue. Adria stared at him a little longer before finally nodding curtly.

"Fine. I will bring a copy."

"Thank you," Daniel replied. "And tell Ettan I love him."

Then Adria disappeared.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!