Episode 1, Johnny Gets Leaped:

Johnny Trakker walked into his spacious quarters at the North American Teeptown and set his latest award on his desk. He was the best Psi Cop in the universe and everyone knew it. This time he'd captured about a hundred rogue telepaths singlehandedly in one week. After an hour long soak in the hot tub he had recently acquired, he headed to his cozy bed and his identical twin girlfriends.

Heng walked into his cramped shared quarters in the singles dorm. Once again, he did all of the work and Johnny took all of the credit. One of these days he'd get some recognition. On of these days...

Sam Beckett found himself in a bed in an unfamiliar room. He looked left. There was another bed in the room and a very annoyed looking person on it.

Heng, couldn't you have waited until later in the week to go crazy, I'm trying to sleep.

The words hadn't been spoken, they had just appeared in his head out of nowhere. Beckett wondered where the hell he ended up this time. He jumped out of bed and tried to find a mirror so he could see who he was now. He found the mirror he was searching for in a strange bathroom. He was apparently a very skinny, almost starved looking in fact, man of mixed European and Asian descent in bright orange and red striped pyjamas.

His best friend Al appeared to him as he always did. Hopefully the puzzle of why he was here would be solved momentarily.

"Sam, you're not going to believe this." Al said " But you're in the future. Not only that, but you're in another universe."

"So Al, what exactly am I supposed to be doing here?" Beckett asked as several people poked their heads out of their rooms, looked at him, shrugged and walked back inside.

"I don't know, probably trying to help this poor slob get his life together. Anyone who has to share a room at that age is most likely in pretty bad shape." Al said before he disappeared.

Beckett walked back into the room his host occupied and decided to get dressed. He started rooting through one of the closets.

Get your paws off my stuff Heng. Said the mysterious voice that had come from nowhere. Beckett promptly backed away from the closet and headed to the other one.

The contents of the closet appeared to be pyjamas in extraordinarily garish colors and three black uniforms. One dress, and two normal. Apparently his host was in some sort of military. Beckett grabbed one of the normal uniforms and put it on. Hopefully this trip came with breakfast, because he was starved. Beckett headed out of the room and down the hall.

You forgot your badge and gloves Heng. The mysterious voice from nowhere said as his host's roommate smacked him over the head with a pair of gloves. Beckett put on the badge and gloves. His host's roomate looked at him, shook his head, sighed, and the mysterious voice from nowhere said The badge goes on the other side.

Beckett wandered around until he found a room where people were eating. Every person in the room was eating in complete silence. At one end of the room there was a chow line where people were putting food on their trays. He had finally found breakfast. Beckett raced over, grabbed a tray, piled it high with bacon eggs and some red stuff that looked like pudding with bits of jello stuck in it. He headed over to one of the tables and started chowing down. After his third bite, Beckett started hearing voices. Great, apparently his host was Schizophrenic and he was getting to experience the symptoms.

What's up with Heng today, I thought he was a vegetarian. One voice said.

Someone replaced his entire personality last night, He thinks he's someone called Sam Beckett. The voice Beckett had been hearing earlier responded.

Don't you think we should call him in sick? A third voice asked.

No point, the only time the great Johnny Trakker is going to give Heng a sick day is when he's six feet under. The second voice, which was the first voice he had heard in this place, responded.

Yeah there's that, and maybe if we're really lucky Heng will have gone crazy enough to finally put Johnny out of our misery. The third voice replied.

Beckett had only finished about a quarter of his breakfast when someone who looked like a blonde superman without the spandex suit walked in and grabbed Beckett by the collar.

No time for breakfast, we have a lot of work to do. A new voice said as Beckett was dragged away from the best breakfast he'd had in years.

Beckett suddenly realized what he had to do. The voices had even told him to do it. Beckett pulled out the strange weapon he had found in the closet earlier and fired it at this person who was apparently ruining Heng's life. There was a strange noise as something came out of the end of it and hit the man. Beckett aimed for the man who was now on the floor and pulled the trigger again, and again until the weapon stopped firing.

Beckett stared at the corpse on the floor as several of his breakfast companions cautiously walked up to him and gently led him away.

There was a flash, and Beckett suddenly found himself in a motel bathroom. He looked at the mirror. He was a blonde woman wearing a skimpy black lace thing that barely qualified as clothing and holding a video camera. The only thing he could think of saying was: "Oh Boy."

Meanwhile, back at Psi Corps:

Heng woke up in the medical wing. He wondered what had happened to get him here once again. He always ended up here without knowing why or how.

Glad to see you're back with us Heng Captain Brown, who had apparently been waiting by his bed for quite a while, sent.

I am too. What happened? Heng sent back.

Apparently Trakker has been taking all of the credit for your hard work all of these years as part of an evil plot to destroy PsiCorps from within by encouraging the children to take performance enhancing steroids. When you tried to come to us with the proof, he replaced your personality with that of someone from a Science Fiction t.v. show from the twentieth century. You've had it hard son, and we want you to rest here for a while. Captain Brown sent as he headed towards the door with a sad, almost pitying look on his face.

Performance enhancing steroids? Heng's former roommate Richardson sent to the Captain as they headed down the hall and out of the secure section of the psychiatric wing of the Psi Corps North American Medical Facility.

It was the best I could come up with on short notice. Captain Brown sent back.