"Where am I going?" Jake asked, as he drove down the street.

"Burger King!" Cody said, from the back.

"Ching Chang's!" said Monica.

"Marcello's!" said Alex.

"Wherever we go, can we eat inside instead of going through the drive through, Frank?" Cody asked.

Ardeth frowned, wondering what a 'drive through' was. No one protested, so he glanced back at Cody, nodding.

"Wait a minute," said Monica. "Frank got hurt! You never told me if you were all right," she said.

"Or what happened to you," said Alex.

Ardeth sighed. How could he explain to them that he was not the person they thought him to be? How could something like this have happened? He thought. Is it possible that I am dreaming? No, it all seems too real. Ardeth tried to figure out how to correctly phrase his answer.

Jake came up with an opinion for his hesitation. "You get hit from behind?"

Ardeth realized that that was probably the only answer that they would accept. He nodded.

"Ouch," Cody commented. "How's your head?"

Ardeth found to his surprise that his head actually hurt. Did 'Frank' really get hit, or is it an after-affect from whatever apparently put me into his body? He almost told them again that he was fine, but realized that if they knew him to be in pain, then they might let go whatever uncharacteristic things he said or did; as he had no idea what Frank's personality was really like. "It hurts," he said.

Everyone looked at him, in surprise. Is this 'Frank' a person who does not usually admit to pain? He thought. That is good; I may get away with more, as Rick would say. He smiled inwardly to see that it was obviously a good thing he'd been around Rick so much, and heard his American phrases.

"Maybe we should go through the drive through," said Alex, concerned about 'Frank'.

"I still don't know where I'm going," said Jake. "Frank, you pick."

Ardeth was stumped. He tried to remember the names of the places the team had suggested, and only remembered the odd sounding one. "Ching Changs?" he said.

Cody laughed. "You knew he'd pick that one, Jake. Chinese is his favorite."

Ardeth inwardly sighed in relief at his luck, in accidentally making the right choice.

They were pulling into the parking lot a minute later, and Jake parked. "Who's getting the food?" he asked.

Ardeth suddenly realized that if they asked him what he wanted, he had no idea what to say. "We can all go in," he said.

"You sure?" Jake asked.

He nodded, and they all got out of the van.

Ardeth was in utter shock when he stepped into the restaurant, at the sight of the bizarre Chinese décor. They were seated and given menus, and when Ardeth opened his, he almost dropped it when he realized the dishes were in Chinese. Now what am I to do? he thought.

"Frank, you're getting the sweet and sour chicken, right?" Alex asked.

That must be what Frank usually orders, Ardeth thought. "Yes," he said.

"Good, you wanna split that and Moo Goo?"

Ardeth blinked. Moo Goo? He nodded, figuring it must be something Frank'd eaten in the past, for Alex to ask him.

A man came and took their orders, and Ardeth couldn't help but wonder how 'his' team could be so nonchalant at what they had been in the middle of a short time ago. Situations like that must be the norm for them.

When the man returned with their food, Ardeth was shocked at the amount of it. A dish was set in front of him, obviously containing his sweet & sour chicken. He stared at the round shaped things, not seeing any chicken.

Alex reached over and grabbed his plate, spooning half of the round objects onto an empty dish, and replacing them with a pile of…something. She pushed over a dish of orange liquid for him, keeping her own.

Ardeth took his plate back, and watched as Alex cut one of the balls in half, and dipped it in the orange liquid. He did the same, hesitating slightly before he put it into his mouth. His eyes opened in surprise when he saw how good it was, and he ate another piece, before trying the Moo Goo.

Jake started to laugh, and Ardeth looked up to see that Cody was trying to eat rice with two sticks. He frowned in confusion, before he saw that everyone had been given a pair. When he saw the difficulty Cody was having, he opted not to try them himself.

When everyone was finished, Ardeth felt so full, he couldn't believe it. I understand why this is Frank's preferred food, he thought.

The waiter came and left a piece of paper on the table, along with 5 small objects wrapped in plastic.

"Whose turn to pay?" asked Cody.

Ardeth felt a flash of panic; he didn't understand American money. If it was his turn…

"Jake's," Alex and Monica both said.

"Yeah, I always get it when we spend the most!" said Jake.

Ardeth sighed in utter relief, louder then he intended.

Everyone looked at him, in concern for his head; mistaking the sigh for a pain complaint. Jake put the money on the table, and everyone stood to leave.

As they got back into the van, Cody handed something to Ardeth, and he saw it to be one of the small plastic-wrapped objects. He heard crunching sounds, and Alex laugh.

"You will be swept off your feet by the man of your dreams," she said.

"Ohh, you got a good one," said Monica. "Mine says, 'Wisdom is not born, but attained'."

"Mine says, 'Confucius say, always look both ways before crossing the street'," Cody told them.

Everyone started laughing, and Ardeth wasn't sure if he was joking or not. He opened his cookie, and broke it like Cody had. Taking the piece of paper out, he stared in shock at what it said. "You will take an interesting journey," he read.

"Cool!" said Cody. "Can I come? I could use a vacation."

Everyone laughed at him.

Ardeth put the paper in a pocket, and ate the cookie. At least I'll be well fed while I am here, he thought. He watched the passing cars as Jake drove, in awe at the shocking differences in the designs, from Rick's car and others he had seen. Suddenly a shocking thought struck him. This does not look like 1934…

"Frank?"

Ardeth jumped slightly, realizing that Alex had been talking to him, but he hadn't heard what she'd said. He turned around to look at her.

"Do you want some aspirin?" she repeated.

Ardeth realized that he must've gasped aloud, at his realization that he wasn't in his normal time, and she'd thought it was because of his aching head. "Please," he said.

Alex frowned, as she dug through her purse. She couldn't understand how he'd been hit from behind; the man they were after was murderous, and would never have let Frank live. But odd or not, she was thankful that he was alive.

Jake pulled up at the nest, and they all got out. As Alex handed Frank the pills, she saw that he looked pale.

"Maybe you should go get looked at, Frank," she said.

He looked at her with a frown. "Looked at?"

Alex blinked. He asked it as if he didn't understand what she meant. "By a doctor, duh."

"Ah," he said, as they walked into the building. All he needed was to not recognize his own doctor and not know how to answer any of his questions. They would know something was wrong, and probably keep him in the hospital. "No, I am fine."

Sure you are, she thought. She hung back and watched him, as he stood looking around as if he'd never been there before.

Glancing back at her, and seeing her watching him, Ardeth picked a direction to walk in, hoping to find water to drink with the pills.

"Frank."

Ardeth turned to see Monica standing there with two bottles of water, one of which she handed him.

"Thank you," Ardeth said, in relief that he didn't have to wander aimlessly now. He watched as everyone walked over to a table, sitting down at it. Realizing that he was supposed to follow, he did, and everyone stared at him as he sat down.

They all waited for him to speak, but he drank his water instead—after figuring out how to open it—stalling, as he had no idea what was expected of him. I am obviously the leader of this team, he thought. As so, they are expecting something of me. He tried to figure out what. We have just returned from capturing a criminal, they must be waiting for me to speak of it. "That man will never kill again," he said, convincingly, he hoped.

"You can say that again!" said Cody. "He thought he'd get away with killing cops? Not while we're on the case!"

Ah, Ardeth thought. We are a special unit that works on particular cases.

Jake looked around the table. "Where's his file?"

"I put it on Frank's desk," said Cody.

Frank's desk? Ardeth thought. I don't know where his office is… "Would you get it, Cody?" he asked.

Cody nodded, and jumped up from the table.

Ardeth was relieved that he could watch where Cody went, without having to make it obvious.

Cody ran up the stairs, and into Frank's office. Grabbing the file, he ran back, and handed it to Ardeth.

Ardeth looked at it, his nervousness growing. What am I supposed to do? What does Frank do? His head started to hurt worse thanks to his anxiety, as he opened the file. The first thing he saw was a picture of a dead body. There were a lot of papers behind it, and Ardeth knew there was no way he could do what was expected of him, as he had no idea what that was.

Ardeth put the file down and rubbed his forehead. "Would you all mind if we did this tomorrow?" he asked.

The others looked at him in surprise, and concern. "Sure, Frank," said Monica.

Ardeth got up, and started to walk to Frank's office. Suddenly remembering the file, he picked it up, and took it with him.

The rest of the team looked at each other.

"Boy is he acting weird," said Cody.

"He must've gotten hit hard," said Alex. "Number 1," she said, counting on her fingers. "He admitted it to us. Number 2, he accepted my aspirins. Number 3, he's holed up in his office, instead of wrapping up the case!"

"Not like Frank at all," Jake agreed. "I don't like it."

"I don't understand how he only got whacked," said Monica. "That guy was a psycho cop killer. For him to sneak up on Frank, knock him out, and let him keep his gun, for goodness sake, makes no sense at all!"

Everyone was silent for a minute.

"What if he wasn't hit?" said Alex.

"Huh?" said Cody.

"What if he passed out or something, from something medically wrong with him?" Alex said.

That statement made them all even more nervous.

"Should we leave him alone, or go see if he's okay?" wondered Cody.

Alex stood. "I say we go see."