Incredibly cool. The style just builds and builds, and I definitely understood that these were alternate realities, each travelling a different direction.

He wakes again as Ronon stumbles to a halt on Atlantis' side of the wormhole, you're here, again, thank you, thank y-- what is the matter? she asks him, worried, her sounds washing over him, but he still can't move, can't slide a hand over her walls, over her hardened skin.

I am a sucker for Atlantis as a near-sentient entity, especially one that's besotted with Sheppard. *happy sigh*