"Dear Jack,

Although I don't know if you will ever see this letter, I feel no less compelled to write it. Capt. Johnson is dead. Lt. Thomas is dead. Lt. Miller is alive, or at least she was before they separated us hours ago. It was supposed to be an easy mission. Like a vacation, you said. Of course, you couldn't have known what would happen. I think they spared me because they think I can give them information. I don't even want to think about why they spared Katie. They took my gun of course, but left me my pen. The pen is mightier than the sword, they say. Well, it's not helping me much now! I was never one for violence, but I think I've become a pretty good shot. Don't you think so, Jack? I've been thinking about what you would do if you were in my place. First you would gather all the information about the enemy, right? What do I know so far? They call themselves "The Chosen." A man named Clemet seems to be in charge. There are at least twenty of them, all armed with weapons I've never seen before. I think we are only a few miles from the negotiation site. My room is small and dark, but sitting near the window gives me enough light to write. It helps me to write this letter. It gives me hope. I hear voices coming.

I think it's the next day, although I can't be sure of course. I woke up a few hours ago, although I have only recently been able to move, much less write. The first of many "lessons," they tell me. It will only get worse, they tell me. Where do I come from, they ask me. Don't worry Jack, I didn't tell them anything. You would be proud of me. I don't even think I screamed.

I write again because it helps me to keep going, although I know it is useless. We haven't checked in with you for at least two days. Are you looking for us by now? I know we are not even due to return to Earth for three more days, and I am sure I will be dead by then. They give me no food or water, and my head pounds relentlessly. I forgot how much broken ribs hurt. What was it like for you when you were in prison Jack? You said it helped you to think of your wife. I think of Sha're too. She was in her own kind of prison for so long. She never really got out. I want to get out. I want to come home. They will come again soon, and there is so much more I want you to know. Am I making sense, Jack? I can't feel my legs anymore. So cold in here. I don't think that's good. Oh God, Jack. I hear them coming again. I wonder about Katie too. I wish you would find us Jack.

I know my handwriting is getting bad, it's hard to keep my hands from shaking and I'm trying to keep blood off the paper. I'm going to try writing again because it will probably be my last chance. I'm going to try hard to make it come out right. Remember when we ate breakfast together last week? You, Teal'c, Sam, and me? We hadn't done that since you became General, and Sam Captain. So happy for both of you. Still strange sometimes, and I think how far we've come, what we've all been through together. We have to try harder to stay friends Jack. All of us, yes, but especially you. It's different now. We can't take it for granted. You know something Jack? The friendships human beings have with each other, trust we have with each other, is what's the most important. I mean Earth isn't as advanced as other planets, but look at all we have been able to do. Is that what it's all about Jack? Have to hurry, feel like I'm going to pass out, like I'm being stabbed all over. Thankful that you are my friend, we almost weren't I think. I was the geek and you a sarcastic jackass, remember? It's all about friendship, right Jack?" The remainder of the letter was unreadable, but it didn't matter. Jack understood.