Well, this was beyond frustrating. Daniel Jackson sauntered out into the courtyard as if he didn't have a care in the world, but close observation would reveal the worried look that seemed permanently etched across his features. As much as he enjoyed vacations, he preferred for them to be planned. From what he could ascertain, he was in New York City, but he hadn't found any concrete answers.
It was only a matter of time before he SGC would figure out he was missing. SG-1 was scheduled for a typical mission in only a few hours, and then all hell would break loose. Perhaps not literally. His job was usually high-risk, and it seemed as if every other week something was threatening his life.
It was around that time that he realized he wasn't the only one gazing at the stars. The specific words carried across the space between them, piquing his interest. "Wait, you're saying that you've been up to the stars as well?" Immediately, he regretted the words and dismissed his action as bad ones made under duress. What if this girl was a Goa'uld? She certainly seemed to make lofty claims.