He smiles, brief and strained, and swallows her hand in his.

"Earth," he says. "First. I saw your world and you - should've seen mine." Wind whips faintly behind them, throwing thin streams of sand across the golden-yellow spill of landscape.

"And so much more. Planets, galaxies, thousands of cultures spread over a universe. Places where no goa'uld would have found us." What is Daniel when he's not the place where the universe deposits all its frustrations and loss? Is that simply his role? "You should see it now. We've fought back so many of them. The galaxy doesn't belong to the goa'uld anymore."