Looking around as the disorientation passed, Sam found himself sitting in the driver's seat of a car along with three other teenaged girls in the car.

"...and he then had the nerve to ask her out," one of the two girls in the backseat said. "Think, after he cheated on her own sister, he actually thought she would say yes?"

"Some people," the girl in the passenger seat in the front agreed. "I bet it was funny to see her slap him though!"

"Oh it was," the original girl answered, "it was. Anyway, has Steven asked you out yet, Chelsea?"

Sam realized by everyone's staring she meant him. Or her. Whichever.

"Oh," Sam said, "not yet. I'm still waiting."

"That's weird," the second girl in the backseat said. "He said he was planning to yesterday."

"Maybe he will later then," Sam answered. He had no idea who Steven was, or if he had even asked the girl he had leapt into out yet. For all he knew, he had and the girl had said yes. But either way, it wasn't the issue at hand as Al appeared in the middle of the windshield.

"Sam," Al said, "Ziggy says she finally found out why you're here. According to the town's newspaper dated a few days after your present, the girl you've leapt into and her friends are killed in a car wreck that happens in a few minutes."

The handlink bleeped a few times as Al continued reading.

"Apparently the left front tire is going to blow out in about twenty minutes if you keep driving," Al continued. "But Ziggy says that there's an auto repair place just down the street. The girls passed by it in the original timeline but never stopped and Ziggy says that if they had, the problem would have been caught and easily corrected. So all you need to do is pull in there and let a mechanic check the tire."

As the other three girls talked and giggled over various boys, Sam watched out for the reapir shop Al mentioned. Sure enough, in the distance, a relatively nice looking repair shop was located on the side of the road.

"Hey," Sam said, "I think something's wrong with the car. I'm going to have to pull into that repair place up ahead."

"Chelsea, this is no time to flirt with a hot looking mechanic!" one of the girls called out as the other two laughed.

"Oh well," Sam stated trying to sound natural, "you know how it goes. That'll be an added bonus. But I really do think something is wrong."

A few minutes later, Sam pulled into the parking lot of the repair shop.

"I'll be right back," Sam said and walked into the front.

The clerk looked up at the sound of the ringing bell above the entrance.

"Hi there," she said, "how may I help you?"

"I think there's something wrong with the left front tire of my car and I was wondering if I could get it looked at."

"Sure," the clerk said. "Hey Davey, the girl here needs you to go check her front tire."

"Okay," a young man said from nearby. He wiped his hands on the somewhat dirty hand towel and followed Sam outside.

"You'll have to drive it inside the garage over there so we'll be able to check it out, okay?"

"Okay," Sam replied. He got back in the car as the mechanic walked to the side with the garage. Driving in, Sam slowed down and stopped in the middle where Davey motioned her to.

"Now I'll need you all to get out and wait inside so we can check the tire," Davey said.

The girls grabbed their purses and went in as directed to sit down. As they sat down, Sam glanced to Al.

"The good news is that in just a few minutes, they find the problem," Al said. "The tire gets repaired and the girls make it home safely and very much alive. Another job finished, Sam."

Sam smiled and, on schedule, disappeared in a neon blue light.