A/N: Very short chapter time!
Sam blinked a few times. The disorientation finally passed and he looked around.
A few things were imediately apparent. He was sitting behind the wheel of a car, a middle-aged woman was sitting next to him reading a magazine, and there were three kids sitting in the backseat playing. The car was also padded down with a lot of clothes, toys, and various other objects.
"Honey?" the woman asked.
"Yeah?" Sam said.
"Is something wrong?"
"Um," he said shrugging, "no. Why?"
"I don't know," the woman answered. "I thought you might be lost or something. We've been sitting at this stop sign for a while."
Sam looked out the window. Indeed, a stop sign was present.
"Oh," Sam said. "I was just trying to remember which way to go is all."
"Which way to go? Honey, we've been this way on vacation a hundred times," the woman said. "Don't you know it by now?"
"Yeah, sorry," was all he could say. Sam started pressing his foot against the pedal. The car began moving.
"Sam stop!" Al's familiar voice suddenly shouted from behind as the Imaging Chamber door opened and closed. Sam nearly jumped out of his seat as he hit the brakes.
Literally seconds later, a car from the right, swerving all over the road, ran through the stop sign at nearly 100 mph. The drunk driver never slowed down until the driver lost control a bit up the road and ran into a ditch.
"That car would have slammed right into us!" the woman cried. "We would have been killed!"
Sam disappeared to another time.