Quantun Leap: "A Leap Into Terror"
We see nothing but blue, bright light and glittery flashes as slowly, a human form appears. The light flies off him in rays as blue lightening bolts wrap around his body and engulf the barrel of a hand gun.
As quickly as it came, it faded out and washed over him into thin air, leaving us face to face with the weapon's barrel.
BAM!
Sam finally comes to his senses and looks out at the smoking barrel.
He then looks straight ahead and sees a heavy-set man, with curly short brown hair in his 40s, grabbing his chest in pain.
The man clenches his left hand into a fist and takes his right hand off his chest. It is covered in blood and his white undershirt stained with it and running down.
He laughs and shakes a bit as if light-headed.
"Heh, I didn't think you'd do it Mike. well, I'm sure Miss Johnson next door has already called the police," he closes his eyes and cries out in pain as he grabs his chest.
Sam drops the gun and panics, "sorry. I'm a doctor, just let me-"
"No!" the man screams as he uses his left hand to swat at Sam, "I hope you die," and with that he slouches against the wall and collapses to the floor.
Sam kneels down quickly and picks up one of the man's wrists. No pulse. He moves the man flat upon his back and begins CPR.
Al appears.
"Al, I just killed a man. I didn't mean it, I just leaped into his as he pulled the trigger. There's no pulse Al, what do I do?"
"Sam, you shot him in the left aorta - there's nothing you can do."
"Well, I've got to do something!"
"Well, what ever it is, better make it fast. Three units have been dispatches and are on route to this house Sam!"
"Al, I can't revive him..."
"Sam, I don't think you were sent here to kill a man and go to jail. So, arriva, arriva! Andalay!"
"I can't just up and leave, what if the man I am had good reason? What if I was just defending myself?!"
"Ah, Sam. Things just got worse."
"Dad!" a young, pre-teen girl yells as she runs over and hugs Sam.
"Oh boy..."
We see nothing but blue, bright light and glittery flashes as slowly, a human form appears. The light flies off him in rays as blue lightening bolts wrap around his body and engulf the barrel of a hand gun.
As quickly as it came, it faded out and washed over him into thin air, leaving us face to face with the weapon's barrel.
BAM!
Sam finally comes to his senses and looks out at the smoking barrel.
He then looks straight ahead and sees a heavy-set man, with curly short brown hair in his 40s, grabbing his chest in pain.
The man clenches his left hand into a fist and takes his right hand off his chest. It is covered in blood and his white undershirt stained with it and running down.
He laughs and shakes a bit as if light-headed.
"Heh, I didn't think you'd do it Mike. well, I'm sure Miss Johnson next door has already called the police," he closes his eyes and cries out in pain as he grabs his chest.
Sam drops the gun and panics, "sorry. I'm a doctor, just let me-"
"No!" the man screams as he uses his left hand to swat at Sam, "I hope you die," and with that he slouches against the wall and collapses to the floor.
Sam kneels down quickly and picks up one of the man's wrists. No pulse. He moves the man flat upon his back and begins CPR.
Al appears.
"Al, I just killed a man. I didn't mean it, I just leaped into his as he pulled the trigger. There's no pulse Al, what do I do?"
"Sam, you shot him in the left aorta - there's nothing you can do."
"Well, I've got to do something!"
"Well, what ever it is, better make it fast. Three units have been dispatches and are on route to this house Sam!"
"Al, I can't revive him..."
"Sam, I don't think you were sent here to kill a man and go to jail. So, arriva, arriva! Andalay!"
"I can't just up and leave, what if the man I am had good reason? What if I was just defending myself?!"
"Ah, Sam. Things just got worse."
"Dad!" a young, pre-teen girl yells as she runs over and hugs Sam.
"Oh boy..."