She was dreaming in the slow waking from a deep sleep. She only caught images, flashes of what was going on. There was a sense of this world in her dream. She could smell the pine and peat of the forest floor. She could vaguely feel the sun on her skin. Opening her eyes was a struggle. She wanted to see this place around her but she had to fight to open her eyes.

Her first thought of course was 'where am I?' followed by the seeping of consciousness to all her limbs. She was holding something in her hand but was more concerned with her surroundings.

She was standing in the woods she'd dreamed about. There they stood around her. The moss grew on the trees and they gripped the soil deep into the earth under the peat surface that carpeted the forest floor under her feet. Her boots were caked with mud and leaves. The mud went all the way up the knees of her pants and her side where she'd tumbled to the ground.

Her knees ached. Her back was stiff and sore and her right arm twinged as she raised it. There was mud all down her arm and on the scrap of cloth she held in her hand. It was a very familiar blue. There was a very clear presence of blood.

In seeing this object, realizing but incapable of remembering it's importance or how on Earth she'd ended up here all came ballooning into a deep state of fear and panic. She moved a step and groaned at the stiffness of her legs. She had no idea how long she'd stood there in a trance but knew it had been hours. Another step forward and she increased in speed. As she moved the ache receded and the blinding terror calmed a little. The indefinable feeling that someone was watching and, more over, hunting her was inescapable and she looked over her shoulder often.

Night came and she had no choice but to huddle in the large arms of a tree. Sleep was fleeting but somehow the night passed quickly. Every brush of leaves, every call of beast and bird, every sound of the forest was the enemy on approach. Camping with the family, nights under the stars both familiar and unfamiliar were all for nothing. She had no comfort here, no sense of security either in her ability to survive in the wild proven by practice or in her fallible memory.

She had no idea what had happened or how much time she'd lost. She had no idea where the gate was or if she was even… It was possible, given the bloody rag of the Air Force jacket, the fear that someone was chasing her as well as her own injuries, that she had killed someone. Her knuckles were cut and bruised and her abdomen was very sore. She'd definitely been in a fight. Whether or not it may have been in self-defense was unknown.

It was clear she couldn't trust just anyone in the uniform anymore. That meant she had to find Sheppard. He'd know how to deal with it. She climbed down from the tree wiping tears and kept moving.

She moved through the forest for three and a half days. Out of the woods, a strange noise grew louder and louder. A Puddle Jumper. She needed to find a clearing to signal for help. Anyone flying a Jumper had to be loyal to Sheppard… right? Maybe she could jump them when they came out to check it out and fly off with the Jumper. She had the gene.

The brush got thicker and thicker and she wished she had her machete but the best she could do was rip through it though her right arm didn't function properly.

Before she realized it she broke through the bramble and fell into soft grass. It was wonderfully soft and she could feel the bright sun on her back and knew the Puddle Jumper could see her because it hummed loudly nearby. There was a strange noise and then a voice called out. Someone was walking through the grass towards her.

"Do you need some help?" She didn't recognize the voice and wondered who it could be.

She chuckled and smiled into her arm before raising her head. She gave the gentleman a tired smile and noticed he'd just gotten out of his car. There was minor traffic on the rural highway and the cars whooshed by.

She could have laughed but considering the man's disturbed look as he looked over her injuries, it wasn't a good idea. She sat up and tried to dust off some of the dried mud. It's no where near over yet. Gotta get home.

"Hello." She smiled again. She swallowed tears. "Would it be possible for you to take me to an emergency room?"

He seemed glad she wasn't in shock or hysterical. "There is a clinic nearby I can take you too. I have a cell, would you like to call someone?"

Lennah considered that but she may as well not call anyone until she knew more both about her condition as well as a bit more about the circumstances. She shook her head and they got in the car.

He tried to ask her name, incase she passed out from exhaustion but Lennah only smiled and pretended not to hear him. After that, he was more than happy to let the radio soothe the silence.

The man told the clinic receptionist the situation and they hurried her into examinations, which was a comfort because she really didn't know what to put on the paperwork.

"Can you tell me what happened?" the doctor asked as he shone a light in Lennah's eyes.

Colare shook her head and she felt her stomach turn. Nothing. Nothing had come back to her in the four days since she'd 'woken up'. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on Ro while John, Jennifer, and Teyla watched a movie. She had no idea how she got back to Earth and she knew she couldn't tell the doctor all of this.

"Is there a military base nearby?"

"Were you on survival training? Is that what happened?"

"I have no idea. I'd like to call someone if that's okay."

"Just a minute. Can't you tell me anything about what happened or how you ended up in this state?"

Lennah just shook her head again.

"Can't or won't?"

"A bit of both. Could I make a phone call now?"

The doctor considered for a moment. He'd gotten his fair share of abuse victims in his office and that's what his gut told him. She was too calm about this as though tumbling out of the woods in the middle of nowhere was commonplace. He wanted every excuse to delay her return to her abuser to hopefully convince her to get help.

"Since you can't remember, I'd like to run a rape kit."

Her face paled and she felt her stomach drop heavily before rushing back. She was sick on the floor.