[wristcomm:] kdfsjhgdkj—ra? Let m—alkjdfhskh Okay, can you hear me better now? Clara? I was trying to get through to Dean but there must be naquadah in the soil or whatever it is that keeps us from radioing in whenever we can't. I guess I got you because of your fancy... Future...

[small pause of epiphany.]

...Wait, you fell down here too, didn't you.