This wasn't the first time Rodney had gotten a hood over his head, or had been dragged off to some cold dungeon--someone's converted wine cellar, or someone's Grendel cave, whatever--but rarely was he taken alone.

His friends should be here, willing to die with him.

God, he hoped they'd escaped.


Aww, that was great! I love Rodney wishing his team was there and then glad they aren't. I love the negotiation situation when he looks from Woolsey to Sheppard to Keller, then smiles. I love that he's frightened and stoic and weak and strong all at the same time.

Very creative premise well done!