Drabble For Nutty

Jack looked up.  The stars stared back coldly, and they made him shiver, the hairs on his arms standing to attention, desperate for warmth.  He was alone, and he liked it that way.  Alone he could think.  Alone he could ponder.

And alone he could mourn.

He was alone often now. The others had been gone for years.

Teal’c busy leading the rebel Jaffa. He hardly visited.

Carter fallen on that terrible day long ago, her grave unmarked.

Daniel – who knew where Daniel was? He had vanished one morning on a distant planet.

Jack stood and walked back inside.