[There's a sudden yell from the pages of the journal, as if someone is being hurt, before it abruptly cuts off.

There's a few seconds of silence, before a panicky, Scottish-accented voice comes.]

What the bloody-? Where am-?

[A pause] Rodney? Col. Sheppard? ...Elizabeth? Anyone?

Oh, bloody hell... [There's a low groan] My head...

[Carson finds himself in a room, sitting up on the floor. A journal lies nearby, open for the whole world to hear...]

((OOC: Feel free to interact with Beckett, he'll be glad of someone to talk to.))