They land in a narrow alley. Jeffrey picks himself up and looks around. He is surrounded by brick buildings, hears a horse drawn carriage rattle by in the street.

"Just a wild guess, but this is not a peasant village in Lorraine in 1425."

Bogg checks the omni. "We're in France, though."

"Well, that's something."

Bogg throws his partner a look for mocking. "Amiens, 1886, March 9." Jeffrey shrugs. Bogg closes the omni and hangs it on his waist band. "Let's go into the street, walk around a bit." Jeffrey nods absent-mindedly.

It's in the early evening and the few people that are in the street are rushing home to be with their families. After a few minutes Bogg starts to wonder why Jeffrey hasn't said anything since they left the alley.

"Hmm, Jeff, not that I'm not grateful or anything for a little peace and quiet every once in a while, but is there any particular reason you're being this quiet?"

"It's just," Jeffrey pauses and pulls his face in an even bigger frown. "I know the omni sometimes gets stuck in automatic and all."

"Yeah, I really need to take a look at that sometime, it's starting to interfere with our work."

"It brings us to our work, Bogg," the young man says reproachfully. "But what I don't understand is that it has brought us more than 400 years into the future of the last place we were. Wouldn't the red light we get here have the same cause as the red light we got earlier?"

"Not necessarily. France and England will have fought so many wars in those 400 years that the matter of who controls which parts of France will have sorted itself out. Just no one will have heard of Joan of Arc. And that's not necessarily important."

"So this red light could be about something all together unrelated?"

"It probably is."

"Hmm, no idea what it could be, though."

"That's okay, something will hit us sooner or later."

The words are not cold from his mouth or they are hit by something, in the form of a man running into them.

"Are you all right?" Bogg asks as he grabs hold of the man who is spinning on his feet slightly from the collision.

"Yes, yes, quite." He presses his top hat a little firmer on his head. "Just going a little too fast for my own good. And who might my kind capturer be?" The man steps back and takes a good look at Bogg. "A pirate? I haven't seen a live one of those in forty years."

"Phineas Bogg, at your service." Bogg makes a small bow.

"Phineas Bogg? If you had been a little younger I would almost think you were named after a character in one of my books."

Bogg gives a wry smile. Hasn't he heard that one before. Jeffrey, who is a better listener, immediately cuts in.

"Hey, are you Jules Verne?"

"Young man, hasn't anyone ever told you to be quiet when your elders are talking. That children should only speak when spoken to?"

"I've told him," Bogg says, "but he doesn't listen."

"So, are you?" Jeffrey asks undeterred, nearly literally bouncing with excitement.

"Yes, young man, I am. And I will now leave you to your father, who, I hope, will impose some manners on you. If you'll excuse me." Jules taps the rim of his hat and takes off in the same brisk pace as before.

"How about that. We meet Jules Verne, second time for you. He lectures me on my behavior, but he does not have the good manners himself to tell you he named his most famous character after you."

"He probably doesn't even recall that he did that. But he is right about your manners, though." Bogg puts a hand on Jeffrey's shoulder and with a straight face he adds "I think we should really discuss that sometime."

"Sure." Jeffrey makes a face. If kids aren't supposed to ask questions how will they ever learn anything?

They hear a gun shot, take one look at each other and start running in the direction the sound came from. Another shot. They find Jules sitting on the ground, leaning against his garden fence.

"Hold him!" Jules says and points into the street. A man is running from the scene and Bogg sets in pursuit. Jeffrey kneels down by the side of the writer.

"Mister Verne, are you all right?"

"He got me in the leg."

"Doctor, someone get a doctor," Jeffrey shouts at the neighbors who have come from their houses to see what the unusual commotion is all about. "Mister Verne, did you see who did this?"

"I just opened the gate." Jules groans. "When I heard a bang. I thought it was some brat throwing fireworks, so I turned around to tell him off about it and then he shot me in the leg."

"But did you see who it was?"

"Very strange. I thought I saw my nephew Gaston, but I must be mistaken. That boy and I always have had excellent rapport."

Jules is not mistaken: he was shot my his nephew Gaston. Bogg manages to catch the young man and disarm him and turns him over to the police when they arrive at the scene. In the meantime his neighbors have loaded Jules into a carriage to take him to a doctor.

Walking on Jeffrey shakes his head.

"If we hadn't stopped him in the street, Jules would have made it home safe," he says. "And his nephew wouldn't have shot him."

"If we hadn't stopped him in the street his nephew might have killed him," Bogg replies. He takes his omni from his belt. Years of experience have taught him to always check after any kind of event whether the light has changed. Without a guidebook it's always guess work what triggers a green light. Even with a guidebook it is never easy to tell. "Look, we have a green light." He shows Jeffrey.

Jeffrey stops in his track. "That was supposed to happen? We had to stall Jules long enough so he could get shot by his nephew?"

Bogg looks his partner in his big dark eyes. Suddenly reminded of how young his friend really is. He tries to treat Jeffrey as a grown up, and valued partner as much as he can. That's usually pretty easy, 'cause Jeffrey's quite mature for his age. Sometimes Bogg even forgets he is dealing with a kid. And then events like this remind him.

"Look, kid."

"Don't call me kid."

"Okay, Jeff. Sometimes these things happen. Sometimes setting history straight means someone has to get hurt." Sometimes the historical figure, sometimes the Voyager, Bogg thinks to himself.

"Yeah, I guess so. But I don't like to think that we were the reason he got hurt."

"Then don't think that. Think that we prevented he got hurt worse. Think that we were there to catch the guy who shot Jules."

"Hmm." Jeffrey nods he understands.

"Hey, Jeff, if we go back to our original assignment, telling Joan of Arc that she must lead an army to Orléans, you know what will happen to her. She will be burned at the stake as a witch. Are you up to that?"

"Yeah, I'm up to that."

"We could also just ignore that red light and move on."

"What would happen to the red light if we left it?"

"Some other Voyager is bound to stumble upon it sooner or later. Let him or her sort it out."

"No, that's okay. I can do this. I know Joan is going to be burned, I didn't know Jules was gonna get shot."

"Are you sure? Joan's about your age, you might like this girl."

"I'll just keep reminding myself that she's a witch."

Bogg smiles. "It doesn't always work that way with women, I'm afraid." He sets the dials of the omni. "Hang on, here we go."