He waits.
That's what he does.
Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock followed tick.
**
The gate was motionless. Still. It had been seventeen hours, sixteen minutes and thirty three, thirty four, thirty five... seconds.
It shouldn't be taking this long.
It couldn't be taking this long.
Where was she?
Every sound he made, every breath, every heartbeat, echoed around the empty room.
From up in the control room, the people on the night shift look down at him with pity. They can only guess at what he feels.
Seventeen hours, eighteen minutes.
Where was she?
The gate begins to shake. Chevrons light up.
The blue vortex lashes out towards him, then calms.
Through the rippling event horizon, she falls.
She hits the ramp with a thud. It shakes, its vibrations reverberating around the room, driving themselves into his heart.
The ramp is stained with her blood.
She is injured.
But she is alive.
**Fin**