Jeffrey opened his mouth and screamed but silence reigned. He was spinning, falling, out of control...

Tracy, a cute, petite redhead, was reading under her favorite tree. She loved her books, especially Fiction: Plato, World War II, Alexander the Great, Viet Nam...she sighed and looked heavenward. How long had she been in this messed up world? And why? Was she the only one who remembered that what they now called fiction was really fact? She had never encountered anything like this in her 25 years of life or even her six years as a Voyager. Then, she heard a familiar sound, a sound she hadn't heard in a long time: someone was "falling" out of the Time Corridor! She scrambled up away from the tree just as a young boy hit the ground with a thud. Had anyone noticed? She looked around...no one even glanced in her direction. She dashed over to the boy and noticed the small timepiece in his hand. "He's a Voyager!" she whispered.

Jeff awoke to a cool cloth on his face and a woman staring down at him. He tried to speak but she silenced him, "Shhhhh, rest easy. You landed pretty hard there." He struggled against her and sat up, immediately sorry he had done so. He rolled to the side and vomited.

"I believe you have a concussion, hon. I told you to lie still for a reason."

Jeff lay back on the bed, thankful for the cloth she once again placed on his head.

"So, what's your name? I'm Tracy"

"Jeff. Jeffrey Jones." he said weakly. He looked around at the mix of 1950's and Victorian decor, then noticed the Macintosh computer on the desk, and the smallest, thinnest telephone he'd ever seen... and then saw the calendar: July, 1785.

"No, you aren't seeing things,Jeff. They all "belong" here in 1785. And, your Omni doesn't work either."

He looked at her curiously. How had she known? "Are you a Voyager?" he asked cautiously.

Tracy smiled and nodded. "Yup. Trapped here in this awful timeline just like you."

"Trapped?" He shouted, then immediately held his pounding head. He decided whispering was better. "But how? Where's my Omni?" He held out his hand and Tracy gave it to him. He pushed the activator button. Nothing happened. He opened it and looked in. It was dead. He looked back at Tracy, and suddenly realized he had no way to get to Bogg. He groaned, "How am I gonna locate Bogg if my Omni dosen't work?"

"Bogg? You mean The Phineas Bogg?"

"Yeah," Jeff said glumly. "Phineas Bogg. My one friend in the world and I lost him."

"Lost him? How?"

Jeff described what happened after they entered the Time Corridor: time twisting, and the Corridor exploding and separating them. Tracy listened and remembered her own experience. "So, how do you know Bogg?" he asked when he was done.

She smiled, remembering the first time she saw him. "We were in Academy together...sat next to each other, actually. I helped him out with his studies because he got easily distract..."

"Yeah, I know. The Blonde with the Mole." Jeff grinned. He was feeling a little better.

Tracy nodded, "Yeah, Victoria was her name. You know, he once asked me if I thought she'd go out with him!"

Jeff laughed weakly. "That's Bogg, all right!"

She laughed, then got a far away look, "I'd have gone out with him..." she realized Jeff heard her and blushed.

Jeff had come to expect the feminine attention his friend received, so he wasn't really surprised by her admission. "You really like him, don't you," he said quietly.

She blushed deeper, "Not any more than any other red blooded female that's ever met him...that smile and those blue eyes..." she sighed again. "Anyway, it's one sided. I was just a study partner and friend." It was time to change the subject, and quickly! "So, what are we gonna do about this," she held up her Omni.

"I can assume then that yours doesn't work either?" Tracy shook her head and he sighed, "OK. Let's see if I learned anything from 'ole Tom Edison."

He was foiled at every turn. Nothing he did worked. Try as he might, Phineas Bogg was unable to escape. She had caught him every time. He was locked up in the cell again. How could he let her beat him? He had tried to stop her and failed every time. He had even stolen her Omni to try and fix things at HQ but she had been prepared for even that. Her Omni was set so that he would land back in her office, wherever he tried to go. He just couldn't win. And, he couldn't even help his friend and partner, Jeff. He hollered in frustration.

Victoria came in. "Oh, what's the matter, Phineas? Feeling blue? I'm sure Jeff is fine, where ever he is. My sweet, sweet Phineas. WHY do you keep trying to run away? Do you not like how I treat you when you behave?" He glared at her. "Sweetie, I keep telling you: Just serve me, follow the rules, and you will be well fed and cared for. Try to escape and you get this." She pressed a button on the wall outside the cell and an electric shock raced through his body. He yelled in pain and crumpled to the floor. "Do you see? You can't win! I don't want you to be in here in pain. Please be a good boy. Quit trying to escape, and serve me...eventually with me. The choice is yours." She turned and walked out.

Phineas crawled to the cot and lay his head on it. He was discouraged. He felt beaten. Completely exhausted and out of options, his will crumbled. She had won. And with that horrible realization, he began to cry.