-1The all-to-familiar disorientation hit Sam like a sack of potatoes. As Sam rubbed the side of his head, he remembered why the disorientation was the one part of leaping he wished was not a part of it and that he could completely wipe out from it. Either way, fortunately it never lasted very long.

As the disorientation passed, Sam looked around at his new surroundings. He was inside a relatively small restaurant. Well, maybe 'restaurant' was not the most appropriate word. More like a big diner. There were two people sitting on the little round seats at the bar as most everyone else sat in booths scattered across the eating area.

Sam rubbed his hands together. He didn't know who he had leapt into, but it was a safe bet the person was about to sit down and order something to eat. That being the case, Sam didn't think it would be right to deny that desire.

Sitting down at the bar, Sam glanced around him. One of the men sitting down the bar from him was eating waffles and bacon, the family of four sitting in one of the booths ate everything from eggs to toast and chocolate milk.

Quaint.

It did make Sam wonder why he was here, however. Was the diner about to be robbed and he was there to stop it from happening? Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how one wanted to see it, the answer was given.

"Help!" someone suddenly screamed out on the other side of the diner. "Somebody help!"

The woman screaming was obviously panicked and scared. Sam looked around to find where the source of the voice was coming from. Sure enough, the person screaming was the mother in the family that was sitting in one of the corner booths.

Then Sam saw the reason for her panicking state of mind. One of the children, the boy, was on the ground unconscious and not breathing. Everyone else in the diner reacted accordingly and ran over.

"Call an ambulance!" the father demanded. "He's not breathing!"

"What happened to him?" one of the waitresses asked as another went to the phone.

"I don't know!" the father replied. "He just passed out and stopped breathing."

However, Sam knew exactly what he had to do. If the boy really wasn't breathing, there would be a good chance the ambulance wouldn't arrive in time to save him. Even if they did arrive soon enough to actually save his life, the damage done by the lack of oxygen to the brain would still have a chance of happening.

Fortunately, through his ever slight Swiss Cheesed memory, Sam still retained enough important details.

"Everyone back away!" Sam said as he approached the boy. "Give us some air!"

"What are you doing?" the mother asked through her frightened tears.

"Don't worry," Sam said, "I can help your son long enough for the paramedics to arrive. Just give me room!"

Sam felt the boy's pulse. It was very weak telling him his theory was right. If he didn't do something now, the paramedics wouldn't arrive in time.

As everyone watched on with tension, Sam began performing CPR on the boy. Would he survive? He had to, Sam hoped. There had to be no other reason he had come to this diner, at this moment.

As the boy's mother wept on her husband's shoulder, everyone could feel her, the father, and daughter's fear. They all felt for them as they watched Sam try helping the boy, but they all secretly felt the same; that they were happy it was not their child on the verge of death.

Moments that seemed like an eternity went by while Sam performed CPR. Fortunately, as the sounds of sirens rapidly approached the diner, the boy suddenly started breathing to everyone's delight.

"You did a good thing there, Sam," Al's familiar voice said. Sam looked at him. Through the craze, he hadn't even heard Al arrive.

Al pressed a button on the handlink.

"Oh, don't worry. The kid survived. However, he wouldn't have been if you hadn't been here to do the whole CPR job. He's rushed off to the nearest hospital where the doctors treat him and he eventually recovers. What's more, his parents get inspired to learn CPR themselves and actually end up saving someone else a few years down the road."

Sam opened his mouth to speak when he disappeared in a blinding blue flash.