He'd just been thinking this might be a dream. Maybe those flowers had released a pollen, something mind altering to humans, which, when you considered everything they went through each time they stepped through the gate, was probably a long time coming. The one time it didn't set his allergies off. Maybe he wasn't dreaming back at his desk. Please be high as a kite and not something lethal. Of course, upon thinking on it further, considering what anyone might get to in that mental state, maybe death was preferable.

Daniel froze, hand mid scratch. He'd just been about to lift his arm when it lifted on its own accord, a disorienting second where what he wanted didn't quite match when or how. And then there was the fact that he brushed something soft on the way up. Something that felt familiar but not from this side. Daniel worried at his lips - they seemed different, fuller in the bottom - and closed his eyes for a moment.

He looked down.