"Neil, maybe that should be one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind, and not the other way around," said Dr. Beckett.
"I think you're on to something there, Buzz," replied Neil and as he opened the hatch, a blue light surrounded Sam.
Sam was suddenly at a desk in the middle of a crowded electronics store. He looked down and saw he was wearing a uniform that consisted of a white button-up shirt and dark pants. When you're constantly leaping from place to place, finding out who you are and what you do for a living can be difficult. He looked down at his nametag. Other times, not so much. He read the name Charles Bartowski and Nerd Herd quietly to himself.
Just as things were settling in to place, an small man with a beard came up to him and said, "So Chuck, you ready for some Call of Duty tonight,"
"Umm," Chuck, I have to live with the name Chuck. Sam stuttered wondering what the man's name was and what Call of Duty was.
The green shirted little man noticing the strange look in his friend, "What's wrong, you can tell your buddy Morgan. Let me guess, you have a date with Sarah tonight."
"Yeah, buddy…Morgan…" Sam trailed off.
"You know what, I understand completely, you go out there and have some fun," Morgan walked off toward an area in the back of the store. He bumped in to another, much larger man. He looks like the type that always wears a scowl.
"Bartowski, Castle in five minutes," he whispered.
"And where exactly would that be," Beckett asked.
"Don't get cute, the General needs to see us in a matter of National Security," he responded as he began to head for the automatic doors.
Sam started to follow him saying, "Oh boy," as he went.