"Ummm...Daniel?"

"I don't know Jack, I-I've never seen anything like this."

"Teal'c?"

"It appears to be the remains of a Goa'uld ship."

"Isn't it a bit small for a mother ship?" O'Neill quipped.

"Not a mother ship O'Neill, a small ship for short trips.

Although armed it is more for comfort than warfare."

"Sweet...A Goa'uld Winnebago."

As the four members of SG-1 entered the temple, Shelaya settled herself at the edge of the clearing to wait for guidance, praying to Shapaleia to watch over the Tau'ri, to give them strength and wrap them in the spirit's protective light.

"Daniel, do me a favor and don't touch anything." There was a grunt of acknowledgment but Jack wasn't sure the archeologist actually comprehended the words as he circled the enormous room, filming the cartouches engraved on the walls. Hundreds of candles lit the inside, their flames raising the temperature a good twenty degrees, an overwhelming scent filling the air.

"I would have thought Bannock would be waiting for us." Sam commented, examining what appeared to be a small control panel as O'Neill and Teal'c searched for any other entrances into the room. From experience they knew the Goa'uld normally had several passageways secreted around a room with which to make a magnificent entrance designed to impress their supposed inferiors or make a quick exit to avoid defeat.

Staggering slightly, Jack leaned against the wall, wiping at the sweat trickling down his face. Blinking rapidly, he was surprised to find himself surrounded by rain soaked leaves and clinging vines of jungle foliage. He could feel the mud sucking at his boots, hear the screams of death mixed with rapid gunfire. This wasn't happening! It couldn't be real!

"O'Neill!"

"Sir?" The scenery changed once again and he was staring into the concerned faces of Teal'c and Carter. "Is everything alright Colonel?"

"Wha-yeah....I'm fine...just...it must be two hundred degrees in here." Evidently Carter thought so too since she'd already removed her jacket.