"Sorry Sam, that's failed too. Nothing seems to be working. Look, it's been a week, why don't you just keep sending supplies, I can do some work from here if you desperately need, Rothman can cover what you can't send, it'll be like an extended holiday. Haven't taken one since that year on Abydos."
Daniel smiles grimly as he speaks into the busted radio, waiting for Carter's delayed reply. But all of a sudden, not just the radio connection cuts out but the Stargate too. He swears it hasn't been 38 minutes, but who knows, maybe the gate just hates him. God knows enough have malfunctioned on him to solidify the idea.
"That's... That's just great."
They won't try to contact him for another day at least, hopefully not another week if they heard him, so he begins to make the long trek back to where he's been staying, really the only standing building on the planet he's found, which appears to be a museum of sorts.