I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.
He’s standing there before the ‘gate, waiting for the other shoe to drop (because you can never trust a bad guy, much less damn snake), and right on cue, the ground starts to tremble. That’s the first sign. It’s not so obvious at first, and Jack thinks he might just be imagining it, but as he turns around, dust starts falling from the ceiling and suddenly it’s like the whole planet is having a seizure. Electricity crackling and crawling all over the stone pillars, and it smells like something just short-circuited up there in the higher plane of existence. He thinks: Daniel -
No time to finish the thought. The ‘gate flickers momentarily, and that’s his signal. He steps through.
Or, at least, he thinks he steps through the ‘gate, but instead it ends up feeling like he’s falling right through. He feels his shoulder hit the ramp, and rolls. Except it’s all wrong because that isn’t the ramp beneath his cheek. It’s -
It takes a moment for him to process what just happened, and he climbs to his feet with his P-90 primed. Grass. He’s standing on grass. Jack does a double-take, turns around. Nothing there except more grass, sidewalks, and a collection of very creepy-looking, headless, armless statues. Skyscrapers in the background, streets, cars, roads - and people, milling about all over the place. Jack lowers his gun. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say he were on Earth.
“Okay, someone please tell me what the hell is going on here."
Yes, someone please do before he starts waving his gun around again and gets himself arrested.
No time to finish the thought. The ‘gate flickers momentarily, and that’s his signal. He steps through.
Or, at least, he thinks he steps through the ‘gate, but instead it ends up feeling like he’s falling right through. He feels his shoulder hit the ramp, and rolls. Except it’s all wrong because that isn’t the ramp beneath his cheek. It’s -
It takes a moment for him to process what just happened, and he climbs to his feet with his P-90 primed. Grass. He’s standing on grass. Jack does a double-take, turns around. Nothing there except more grass, sidewalks, and a collection of very creepy-looking, headless, armless statues. Skyscrapers in the background, streets, cars, roads - and people, milling about all over the place. Jack lowers his gun. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say he were on Earth.
“Okay, someone please tell me what the hell is going on here."
Yes, someone please do before he starts waving his gun around again and gets himself arrested.