Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Sam Beckett led an elite group of scientists into the desert to develop a top secret project, known as QUANTUM LEAP. Pressured to prove his theories or lose funding, Doctor Beckett, prematurely stepped into the Project Accelerator and vanished. He awoke to find himself in the past, suffering from partial amnesia and facing a mirror image that was not his own. Fortunately, contact with his own time was made through brainwave transmissions, with Al, the Project Observer, who appeared in the form of a hologram that only Doctor Beckett could see and hear. Trapped in the past, Doctor Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, putting things right, that once went wrong and hoping each time, that his next leap will be the leap home.

The flash of light and disorientation that Dr. Sam Beckett felt each time he leapt was soon gone. He looked around his surroundings trying to figure out where he might have ended up this time. The bedroom he was in was neat, tidy and small. A queen bed was against one wall, a dresser against the other with a mirror over it. The carpet was plain and stubbly. It was the kind you would find in hotels or cheap apartments. Sam walked over to the mirror and look at the reflection of his new body. A scowling face with piercing blue eyes and a strong Irish hair line met him. He looked down to see he was wearing a grey suit with a hideous tie. His shoes were neatly polished. Was that? Yes, it was a gun Sam felt as he patted the holster under his suit jacket. A look at the badge clipped to his belt confirmed that he was a police detective in Santa Barbara California.

"Oh Boy." Sam whispered under his breath and then looked around the room once more. He wandered out into the open kitchen/dining room/living area. It was small too, but everything was orderly down to the magazines sitting on the coffee table. A glance at those gave him a name.

Carlton Lassiter

421 SW Lane Apt. 6

Santa Barbara, CA

Sam sighed as he looked around the room some more. There were no pictures, no inkling this man had a personal life, but there was a wedding ring on his finger. There were a few groceries in the fridge and just like the rest of the house everything was neatly stacked and in it's place. He was looking in the cupboards when something in his pocket vibrated. He jumped a little and then reached in and pulled out a cell phone. The caller ID on the front read 'O'Hara' He opened it and spoke into the mouth piece.

"Hello?"

"Lassiter!" A woman's frantic voice said on the other end of the line. "Where are you? You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago and the chief is about to send a search party after you." Sam thought hard trying to find an excuse for being late.

"Umm, yeah just the alarm didn't go off." he said "I'll be there soon."

"Well just hurry up, the chief wants a report on the Miller case."

"I'll be there, if she gets too antsy start without me." Sam said trying to get out of presenting a report he knew nothing about.

"Are you sure?" the woman asked sounding doubtful.

"Yes, now I have to hang up now." Sam said desperate to get off the phone and maybe find Al to figure out why he was here.

"Okay, I'll let her know you told me," and with that there was silence on the line.

"Al?!?" Sam called out to the room hoping the holographic friend he had would be able to hear him. Luck must have liked Sam that day because almost instantly Al appeared. His outrageous suit and trademark cigar were accompanied by his link to Sam, the brightly colored box with buttons that he was punching furiously. "Al where am I?" Sam asked. Al looked up and gave a half hearted grin.

"Well ummm, Ziggy isn't sure yet. We know you're in California and you're Head Detective Carlton Lassiter of the Santa Barbara Police Force."

"Yeah, I already figured that all out." Sam said pointing at the badge on his belt and the address on the magazine. "What am I supposed to fix while I'm here?" Al shrugged.

"We don't know, all you can do right now is go to work. I'm trying to get Lassiter to talk to us in the waiting room, but he's convinced this is all a practical joke by somebody named Shawn Spencer and keeps telling us he's gonna arrest us for impeding an officer of the law." Sam sighed.

"Do you have directions to the police station, because I have no idea where that is?" He asked Al gave him some directions, which Sam scribbled on a scrap of paper he tore from one of the magazines. He also found a small wicker basket on a small table by the door with car keys in it. He went outside to the carport for the apartment complex. In the parking spot in the car port for Apt. 6 was a blue unmarked police car. He followed Al's directions and pulled up outside the police station.