There were officers standing at the gate with their guns drawn and heavily armored officers standing at attention.

Through the blue sea came out a badly sun burned Smith.

"Lower the guns," O'Neill announced, with a bewildered look on his face as Smith seemed. . . A little out of it staring up with a long empty, distant look in his eyes. "and someone get him to the infirmary for that sun burn!"

Two officers came side by side.

"A month in and he got out of it in one piece," Daniel said.

"No," O'Neill said, watching Smith be taken by the arms. "Someone helped him out of it."

Smith screamed, elbow punching the officers at the faces and staggered back with a wild look on his face falling down to the ground. Smith immediately got back up on to his feet getting off the platform toward the gate feeling like he was back there again on that ship with heavy breathing and a thousand terrified thoughts rampaging. No, no, no, not again! He fled to the corner of the room, visibly trembling, and very upset. O'Neill looked on in then turned his attention on to Daniel. Smith lowered his head onto his knees falling into a fit of tears and gibberish words in between that didn't make sense at all as he was overwhelmed in feelings.