I had a dream. SG-1 visited my planet. I was like a hostess at a big party in their honor- a celebration of first contact. These bad guys came in. Cigarette smoking, of course. They put everyone away except Jack and I. The main bad guy burned the back of our hand with his cig. Jack was silent but grimaced, I whimpered a little. The guy kinda got mad and did it again in the same place. This time Jack hissed and I screamed. Jack’s hand was black and bleeding a little. Mine was red and real deep because my skin was so much softer. It looked really bad. Jack was mad. The bad guy dragged me into this smaller room, but still big. He beat me around a little, and then left. His minions came in a mix of black and other thuggy looking young guys, about 5. I pretended I was hurt worse than I really was. They tried to get me, but I kicked two of them. They were about to get me when Jack was thrown in the room. He stumbled forward, his eye black. He saw me cowering on the floor.  He gave them his best black-ops look and scared them away. He stumbled towards me when they left and collapsed next to me.