Sam felt himself lean against what felt like a tree just as he felt the familiar disorientation come over him and pass seconds later. He blinked several times to make sure he back to normal and sure enough, he was. Sam glanced at his current surroundings. Sure enough, there was the tree next to him.

Sam began walking as he continued looking around to figure out where he was. One thing was for sure. Where ever he was, he didn't have to worry about running short of trees or bushes, both of which were scattered around at various points in the area. Apparently it was a park of some sort.

Whatever the place was, Al wasn't here yet. Figuring he would arrive when he had enough information to give, Sam decided to continue walking. Why whoever he had leapt into was walking through the park at such an apparent late hour, he wasn't sure. But whatever the reason, he wasn't going to complain about being in a nice place like this.

Sam began walking. Just as he took his first step, the Imaging Chamber door opened and Al stepped through.

"Hey Al," Sam said as Al stepped through the chamber's door while not feeling at all surprised..

"There's no time for pleasantries!" Al yelled. "Follow me! Whatever you do, hurry up and follow me!"

"But…"

"Run!" Al yelled again, only louder. Al began running the opposite direction from Sam.

Sam looked at Al in bewilderment and wondered what in the world was going on. Where ever they were going, Al was in a hurry. Five minutes later, Sam was still chasing Al and was getting out of breath. He hoped they would get there, where ever 'there' was, soon. Sam didn't know how much longer he could running this fast.

Sam watched as Al glanced at his watch.

"We're running out of time!" Al called back to Sam. "Hurry!"

A few minutes later, Sam and Al approached a house.

"Sam," Al said, "pull out your gun and get inside that house right now!"

"It would be nice to know what is going on!"

"A woman is about to get raped!" Al shot back. "Get inside that house right now and stop it from happening!"

Sam looked shocked at the announcement. In fact, it was just now that he realized he did in fact have a gun at his side and not only that, he was wearing a light blue police uniform.

"Get in there Sam!" Al said, snapping Sam out his thought. "The back door should be broken into!"

Sam nodded and ran to the back of the house and saw Al was right--the door had obviously been forcibly opened. He ran inside the house when Al appeared nearby.

"They should be in the bedroom," Al said. "Hurry Sam! This way!" Al pointed down a hall. "It's at the end. Get the gun ready."

Sam bit his lip as he ran. As he neared the bedroom, he started hearing muffled sounds as if someone was trying to scream but couldn't.

"S…Stop!" Sam yelled as he ran into the bedroom while almost comically handling his gun. Al was right. A man was practically already on top of the woman on a bed. He also had something in her mouth to stop her from screaming for help.

The man jumped off the woman and away as Sam pointed the gun towards him. He looked around for a way to escape, but fortunately, there were none.

"That was close," Al said. "Now you're going to need to put him in handcuffs and read him his rights."

"But…"

"Don't worry," Al said, "I've got what to say right here." Al motioned to the link. "Now order him to the ground."

Sam nodded. "You better get down on your stomach," Sam said as forcibly as he could. The man, knowing he was defeated and had no option, did as he was told while the woman curled up on the bed crying. As Sam cuffed the man, Al read the Miranda rights and Sam repeated them.

When Sam finished reading the rapist his rights, the blue light enveloped Sam. Seconds later, Sam disappeared to his next leap.

Al sighed and smiled as he looked at the new history through the link. No longer were references in the town's newspapers to a serial rapist who ultimately raped six women--one of whom later committed suicide--and was never caught. Instead, now the man became an attempted rapist who would be spending some time in prison.

Al glanced back to the cop--the real one--who's memories were finishing filling in the holes as he called for reinforcements.

"Not a bad way to start off your career," Al said with a grin and took a puff of his newly lit cigar to the twenty-two year old cop who went on to become the town's police captain. Al stepped through the Chamber's door to find where Sam had gone to now.