Stargate Origins

Very unexpected.

Tingly.

Did you guys see those?

What the bloody hell was that?

I think they were stars.

Do you know where we are?

No idea.

Look, this room is Egyptian.

We just need to find our bearings.

Make a...

- Huh. - Oh, what the...

Why didn't it stay open?

There is no connection. Nothing.

This seems promising.

Turn it back on, Cat.

I rather not stay here too long.

Sure.

All right.

Okay, one.

Oh.

At least getting back will be a little less exhausting.

Yes.

Four.

Five.

Six. Seven, seven.

Seven.

Seven.

There's no seven symbol.

What, what does that mean?

Uh, the triangle with a dot over it.

Yeah, it's not here.

Maybe, maybe this site has a different seven symbol.

So, so all of them were in that Nazi journal, right?

So maybe what we need now will also be in there.

Yes.

Maybe.

The floor is wet. The floor is wet.

Okay. Thank you. It's good to know.

- You're both are being very helpful. - James, please calm down.

Calm down?

You could have landed us all on Mars.

Excuse me.

I do not believe this is Mars.

What do I know?

I've never been.

Wherever we are, let's treat it like hostile territory.

- Wasif. - Huh.

Join me on a sweep.

Cat, stay put.

You wish.

Anything?

No. Nothing yet.

Cat?

Do you have any idea what kind of danger you've put us in?

How was I supposed to know the sequence here would be different?

It's not my journal.

You didn't think to check before dragging us along...

What?

Any clue?

Footprints and a dead Nazi.

You?