They were late. Again.

It was a frequent occurrence yet Elizabeth had a bad feeling about this time, more so than all the times before. Something just felt wrong. Very wrong.

She was certain that at least one of them was injured from their last radio conversation. Injuries were becoming permanent fixtures on their bodies and she didn't like it.

The eventual return of John and his team – if they returned – couldn't be soon enough.

She automatically prepared herself for the worst when the gate activated and watched impatiently. Nothing.


Rodney, barely alive himself, pulled John's limp body through.