Sam Beckett was thinking basically the same thing, at the same time, except for the time difference, whatever it might be. What was this place that he leaped into? Everyone spoke Japanese. It was a good thing that he had studied the language in question, and he spoke it quite fluently. He spoke Japanese better than some of the people who had learned to speak with this language. At least he had that going for him. Also, those strange powers… they seemed to be able to be controlled by just thinking. Of course, he only had to 'de-transform' back into his regular self. This whole thing was weirder than when Lucifer had impersonated Al for almost an entire leap. That was one of his scariest experiences, but luckily he only remembered bits and pieces of it. With every leap, he lost a bit of what his previous leap. Sam began wondering where Al was. He should be getting here soon. It had almost been an entire day. As if taking a cue from Sam's thoughts, the portal Al always came through appeared, and Al walked through. "Al! What took so long?"
"Sorry, Sam. You're getting harder and harder to track…"
At this, Sam sighed. After he had gone to Al's ex-girlfriend who married someone else when he was a POW, Ziggy was having a harder time tracking him each time he leaped. The scientists were starting to get scared that they would soon lose all contact with Sam. "Don't worry about it, Al. I'm sure everything's going to be fine." He feigned a smile for his friend.
"I sure hope you're right, Sam."
"Well, what am I here for?" Sam stood up, and rubbed his hands together. He had a habit of doing this when he was hearing his newest task to alter the future.
"Um, well, Ziggy's not quite sure yet."
"What? Does she have any guesses?"
"We don't really know why you're here. We have no clue, actually." Al chuckled nervously.
Sam laughed a somewhat sardonic. "So, you have no idea at all why I'm here?"
"Well, give me a name."
"Darien Chiba. That's this guy's name."
"Great! None of us can communicate with him because he speaks only Japanese. Otherwise, we'd probably know something. Okay, I'll be back later with a better clue." Al took a puff of his cigar, and then pushed a few buttons. A portal opened behind him, and he walked into it, and then disappeared.
A middle-aged black woman walked into the door. She smiled at Darien and pulled up a chair, and then sat down. "Hello, Darien. How are you?"
He looked at her for a few moments. She was speaking English. He knew some English, but he wasn't the best at it. "Hello doctor," he stumbled out.
"I bet you're wondering where you are."
"Yeah."
"Right now, you're in a room. We'll keep you as comfortable as we can until you arrive back to where you belong."
"Who's there in place of me?"
"Excuse me?"
"A person can't just be displaced without someone replacing them. Who is he or she?"
"His name is Dr. Sam Beckett. Don't worry, he's done this for awhile."
"He'll have trouble with this situation, I'm sure."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
"Because, I lead a…different life."
"In what way?"
"…In a way you wouldn't understand."
"Try me. I'm a psychiatrist."
"You'd place me in a psyche ward."
"No I wouldn't. You're completely safe here. You can tell me anything."
"That's okay. If you absolutely need information from me, then I'll give it to you. Other than that, you're just out of luck." Darien's brain began hurting from having to remember all of this English.
"Okay, Darien, if that's the way you feel…" The doctor, whose name he never got, walked out of the door, leaving him alone to contemplate how to get out of this mess and back to Tokyo so he could help and protect the Sailor Scouts.
"Sorry, Sam. You're getting harder and harder to track…"
At this, Sam sighed. After he had gone to Al's ex-girlfriend who married someone else when he was a POW, Ziggy was having a harder time tracking him each time he leaped. The scientists were starting to get scared that they would soon lose all contact with Sam. "Don't worry about it, Al. I'm sure everything's going to be fine." He feigned a smile for his friend.
"I sure hope you're right, Sam."
"Well, what am I here for?" Sam stood up, and rubbed his hands together. He had a habit of doing this when he was hearing his newest task to alter the future.
"Um, well, Ziggy's not quite sure yet."
"What? Does she have any guesses?"
"We don't really know why you're here. We have no clue, actually." Al chuckled nervously.
Sam laughed a somewhat sardonic. "So, you have no idea at all why I'm here?"
"Well, give me a name."
"Darien Chiba. That's this guy's name."
"Great! None of us can communicate with him because he speaks only Japanese. Otherwise, we'd probably know something. Okay, I'll be back later with a better clue." Al took a puff of his cigar, and then pushed a few buttons. A portal opened behind him, and he walked into it, and then disappeared.
A middle-aged black woman walked into the door. She smiled at Darien and pulled up a chair, and then sat down. "Hello, Darien. How are you?"
He looked at her for a few moments. She was speaking English. He knew some English, but he wasn't the best at it. "Hello doctor," he stumbled out.
"I bet you're wondering where you are."
"Yeah."
"Right now, you're in a room. We'll keep you as comfortable as we can until you arrive back to where you belong."
"Who's there in place of me?"
"Excuse me?"
"A person can't just be displaced without someone replacing them. Who is he or she?"
"His name is Dr. Sam Beckett. Don't worry, he's done this for awhile."
"He'll have trouble with this situation, I'm sure."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
"Because, I lead a…different life."
"In what way?"
"…In a way you wouldn't understand."
"Try me. I'm a psychiatrist."
"You'd place me in a psyche ward."
"No I wouldn't. You're completely safe here. You can tell me anything."
"That's okay. If you absolutely need information from me, then I'll give it to you. Other than that, you're just out of luck." Darien's brain began hurting from having to remember all of this English.
"Okay, Darien, if that's the way you feel…" The doctor, whose name he never got, walked out of the door, leaving him alone to contemplate how to get out of this mess and back to Tokyo so he could help and protect the Sailor Scouts.
