"Over here, Sir!" Sam called back. "Daniel's here, he's bleeding badly."

Jack followed Sam's voice. Teal'c stayed at his side so he could help him whenever he stumbled. Jack was limping badly from the Jaffa bite, but had managed to stop the worst of the bleeding.

Sam was knelt down next to Daniel, doing what she could to patch up his torn shoulder. His only sign of life was the slow rhythmic movement of his breathing. She had taken off her jacket and laid it over his waist.

"What the hell happened?"

"I'm not really sure, Sir." Carter replied. "I blacked out."

"Are you injured?" Teal'c asked in concern.

"I'm fine, Teal'c. What about both of you?"

"I'll live." Jack grumbled.

"This blood is not my own." Teal'c assured.

"Can someone just try to explain why Daniel's running around naked in the woods. And what the hell is that?" Jack asked gesturing at Qetesh's lifeless body.

"I think that's a Goa'uld. It took three hard blows with a rock to kill her." Sam answered. "And I think that fox we've been chasing off...I think that was Daniel."

"Come again?"

"Think about it, Sir. When we got here he was waiting at the Gate, any normal animal would have been frightened off by the vortex."

"He did react to your weapon before you fired upon him, O'Neill." Teal'c pointed out. "And then came to your aid when the wolves attacked."

"He saved my life from this jackal as well." Sam added.

"Well, that does sound like Daniel." Jack conceded. "But it still doesn't make any sens..."

Jack stopped as Daniel groaned like he was waking from a heavy night of drinking. Oblivious to anyone around him he struggled into a sitting position. Growling in pain again he held his injured shoulder protectivly.

"Daniel?" Sam said softly.

Daniel jerked violently, startled by Sam's voice. He looked up at his friends with fear widened eyes. To tired to even stand he weakly tried to just back away.

"Easy, it's okay." Sam assured him with no effect.

"I...I know you guys don't understand me, but please don't shoot me."

"We understand you perfectly, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c replied.

"Speak for yourself." Jack muttered.

Daniel held up his hand and stared at it, experimentally wiggling his fingers to make sure that they were really his.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah...I think I've been given a third chance."

"'Third'?" Jack questioned.

"Don't ask." Daniel looked around. "We have to get out of here. We have to go, and we can never come back."

"Why not?"

"I...I don't remember. It's just a feeling I have, we are unwelcome here."

"That happens a lot to us." Jack shrugged.

Daniel suddenly held up his hand, asking for silence. Jack, Sam and Teal'c all exchanged worried glances with one another. Daniel didn't notice, his entire attention was suddenly fixed on something that the others didn't see. He struck out at the leaf litter like a snake. When he lifted up his hand he had a field mouse by its tail. Daniel stared at the struggling creature.

"Um, Danny..." Jack said cautiously "...you're not planning on eating that, are you?"

"No," Daniel chuckled. "You can have it."

"No thanks." Jack replied quickly. "I'm on a diet...no mice, small rodents go straight to my thighs."

Daniel smiled and let the frightened mouse go. He looked around at the deep forest once again and shuddered.

"I want to go home."

"Good idea. Can I get you anything before we leave?" Jack asked lightly. "Water, a beer...pants perhaps?"

"Pants would be nice."