Bra'tac: Greetings, old friend. I bring bad news. Teal'c: My family. Bra'tac: Your wife is safe. Teal'c: What of Rya'c? Bra'tac: Your son has been taken. By Apophis. Fro'tak: I am Fro'tak of the High Cliffs. O'Neill: Jack. Of the Windy City. Fro'tak: When it appeared that you may never return, when you may indeed…