That's the last of the fuel, rations and hot liquid.

He looked to his right at the light streaming in from the vertical shaft, the only other way out of this frozen prison. An impossible escape for his broken body.

He sighed heavily then coughed, blood spattering his glove as he shivered.

"Sir, are you all right?" the captain asked concerned.

"Seen better days" the colonel replied, his voice hoarse with pain.

The captain went back to her work on the DHD.

Carter will figure it out. She always does.

The flame sputtered then died. "Soups on" he croaked.