I was interviewed by detectives at the prison shortly after stopping Andy from stabbing me- probably the same detectives who investigated Chuck's murder in the original history. Now that I think about it, it was a miracle that Andy had gotten away with it originally. I guess it took another miracle to stop him.

I wasn't done with Chuck's life yet. There was one more errand to do before I go.

Sam Beckett can hear faint music. He can hear it is coming from near Laureline's double-wide.

You might say that it's over
You might say that you don't care
You might say you don't miss me
You don't need me
But I know that you do and I feel that you do inside

Love takes time
To heal when you're hurting so much
Couldn't see that I, I was so blind
To let you go
I can't escape the pain
Inside
'Cause love takes time
I don't want to be there
I don't wanna be there alone

Sam looks and sees Heather sitting at the front door, a boombox next to her, as the song by Mariah Carey ends.

"Uh, hi," says Sam.

"Hi, Mr. Morton," replies Heather.

"Anything wrong?

"It's just. Well, I was told that I can't see Owen again. I think I might have lost him forever."

"You probably did."

"I mean...I remember what my daddy was like. I'm afraid, afraid I'll become like him."

"It's good that you're afraid," replies the leaper. "Because the worst things are done by people who aren't afraid they'll become bad, who think they can't be bad. People like me."

Al Calavicci notices a change the tone of Sam's voice, and the handlink's colored lights blink rapidly.

"People like you?" asks the teenage girl.

"Yes. There was this sweet girl, Katie Beckett. One of the best. I was really young, so I married her. I also just discovered booze. When I got drunk, or stressed out from work or anything, I would hit her. Afterwards, I would have said sorry, blaming the booze or the stress or what she said or our place not being neat. IO kept saying, I was a good person, it was just the booze or the stress or Katie did something to deserve it. It took so many years for me to learn that it was my fist. My fist. By that time, she was long gone.

"I heard she is married now, to one of the best men in the world. That has to be enough for me."

That was Chuck talking. Talking through me.

Heather sits silently on a chair.

Laureline watches silently from her front door.

Al, too, just stands there, not saying a word.

Laureline breaks the silence.

"I'll be there," she says. "For you. Let me guide you."

"Your mom gives good advice," says Sam.

Al punches buttons on the handlink. "You changed history," he says the leaper. "Originally, Heather here turned to a life of petty crime. Now, now she went to community college to learn computer programming, and designs computer and video games. She also speaks out against teen domestic violence.

"Not only this, Chuck and Laureline get married, and they move to a nice little house on the outskirts of Crown Point. Chuck still volunteers for Narrow Path in my time. And in case you're wondering, Roscoe turns out okay, just like before."

Sam smiles.

I guess we're even, now.

"Chuck, mind if Heather and I clean your place up a bit?" asks Laureline.

"Sure," replies Sam.

"Okay, Mom," says Heather, following her mom into Chuck's single-wide.

"After that, you're studying," replies her mom. "You don't have much of a social life for the time being, so you'd better be hitting the books- not boys, or girls."

Sam smiles.

He is surrounded by a blue glow, invisible to all, electricity crackles, and he leaps out of Chuck Morton's life.