Sam Beckett felt the blue light wash over and through him, dissolving the atoms of his body and, with it, his identity and his memories. All the moments of his life were played out before him in these moments, his birth, youth, old age – and death.
Each time the details changed. One moment he saw himself married to the woman he loved, another moment, when she vanished from the church. Sometimes, he saw the daughter he lost in the years past. Sometimes, she knew. More often, she didn't.
The details always changed, and Sam with them, as his past, present and future were torn apart and reassembled, along with the universe he constantly reshaped.
He forgot these moments when the light faded, forgot the lives he lived in those moments. As the light faded now, he found himself staring at two of the most beautiful girls he ever seen.
The first was angelic, her blond hair carefully styled. He skin porcelain perfection. A vision flashed through Sam's mind of a frozen river, with flood waters rushing beneath it.
If the first was ice, the second was fire. Her black hair flowed past her temples like Medusa's serpents, and her eyes shimmered like Mímir's Well, teasing with glimpses of a thousand possible futures, each more seductive than the last.
"Harrison!" the blond shouted, "are you listening to me?"
"Sorry!" he said, assuming they meant him. "I missed that last part."
The two girls looked at each other, clearly questioning whether or not he was mentally competent. He wasn't sure if he was.
Finally, they turned back to face him, and the brunette spoke.
"We said, you're taking both of us to the prom!"
Sam Beckett swallowed. "Ooooh.. boy!" he whispered.