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Project Quantum Leap
Stallion's Gate NM
July 4, 2002
The light burned late in the simulation laboratory as Dr. Daniels worked hard typing data into her research terminal. The green light bathed her face and the figures were reflected in her glasses. She took them off, rubbed her eyes and sat back. Overtime had become her normal way of life as the lab became more her home while her apartment was just a place to shower and change. Her work had always been her life, but now it was an all-consuming obsession. With a few more keystrokes she submitted latest revisions to the simulator. Many figures raced by on the screen and all the indicator lights come back green. After several sessions another graph with a perfect figure eight appeared rotating in front of her without a single specification out of tolerance.
"Eureka!" she shouted, "The patterns will merge after both of them are modified. It will work," she said grabbing her water bottle toasting a triumph alone. She laid back and looked up very happily when something startled her. "Dr. Daniels. Happy Fourth of July." said Ziggy.
"Uh, is it already?" she stammered looking at her watch. "So it is. Happy Independence Day, Ziggy. I didn't know you celebrated the holidays let alone took time off for them."
"I have found in my communications with humans they appreciate having friendly holiday greetings. As to my own level of work, it increases while the staff is off watching fireworks, enjoying turkey and hunting for eggs. All very strange customs. I was monitoring the computer usage and found your simulation very interesting," Ziggy said with just a hint of envy in her voice. "Yes, I have a possible solution to help bring back Dr. Beckett," replied Dr. Daniels very shortly.
Ziggy sounded a bit happier. "That would please me greatly. I miss the philosophical discussions I used to have with my father. Admiral Calavicci doesn't appreciate the subtly of a good debate."
"That is true. The Admiral is not known for his subtly, Ziggy," agreed the good doctor.
"Can I help you with your work, Dr. Daniels? It would please me to be of assistance in your endeavors," Ziggy requested.
"Not tonight, Ziggy. Tomorrow, yes. We need to correlate these changes with your major hardware and software so we can run a full-fledged simulation tomorrow. Tonight, I am finished both mentally and physically," she said shutting down her computer and pushing back from her terminal.
"Very will, Dr. Daniels. Good night," replied Ziggy.
"Good night, Ziggy. Pleasant dreams," said Dr. Daniels wishing her well.
Ziggy lamented, "I wish I could dream."
San Monetago, California
March 24, 1984
In walked an average sixteen-year-old junior with soft blonde hair in a short solid skirt and even shorter top, "Hi there, Mr. Simmons. You wanted to see me?" she asked giggling.
"Please sit down, Tina," he said showing her a chair. The crowded office was empty with both of the other occupants gone.
Tina hopped onto the chair, put her books down on the desk and sat up real straight paying close attention. She always gotten along well with adults and she knew that her guidance counselor was one she should really listen to.
She looked deep into his eyes asking, "So what did you want, Mr. Simmons? Gee, your eyes are gorgeous. What color are they?"
"Hm, brown," said Al while Sam had not paid enough attention to his reflection this leap.
"Sort of brown, Miss Martinez. Um. All the students I advise need some kind of guidance as to their future careers. I would like to talk to you about yours," said Sam looking over her files.
"Oh that's easy. Crusading news photographer, I want to be in the front lines of Grenada taking those Pil-lazer Prize winning pictures," she said looking very definite.
"Pulitzer Prize. That's very admirable," said Sam not hearing what he needed to know.
"Or take famous portraits in Los Angeles. All those Hollywood stars like Sylvester Stallone. He is so rugged and handsome. I'd want to capture the real inner man!" she said pretending to frame Sam in a mock photo.
"I think she'll be pretty disappointed. Not much to him," said Al chewing on his cigar. "Come on, Tina. You have got to have something in between those lovely ears." "OK," said Sam writing that down.
"Or maybe take pictures in far off exciting places. Pago-pago, Tahiti, Tas-min-ia."
"Tasmania. Tina you've been reading too much of Mutiny on the Bounty. The sun will ruin your skin and there's too many flies," said Al. "Talk her out of it, Sam."
"Tina. I looked at your transcript and I see a very high amount of science courses. You're doing very well in them," remarked Sam.
Tina looked up a big worried and gave her counselor an end run. "Maybe I can help develop some of those new development processes. You know, discover things that will help out the film industry."
"Now that's good. Put your science knowledge to good use. You are one very bright student with an aptitude for high levels of science and mathematics. I would give it serious thought," said Sam to Tina selling like it was his last banana.
"Mr. Simmons. I really do have my heart set on this photography idea. I really want to create things that will stand the test of time. Like Ansel Adams. His pictures are so admired. Science just keeps changing and is never the same. You make a discovery and poof someone else improves on it or just plain proves you wrong. That's not for me. Thank you for caring though," she said patting his hand.
Sam looked deep into her eyes and saw a beautiful caring slightly empty-headed girl turning into a wonderful woman. As the bell rang Sam broke from his trance as she said, "Oops, got to get to class. Don't worry about me; I always land on my feet, Mr. Simmons. Bye," she said waving.
"Bye. Any change?" asked Sam not sounding too positive.
"Hmm. Currently she works as a wildlife photographer for National History magazine. One conversation and she changed her whole career. Tina was right. This was a very pivotal time in her life. Just keep after her. She is listening to you even if she's not heading on the right direction. Oops, you have a departmental staff meeting in ten minutes," said Al after an alarm on his hand link went off. "You're lecturing them on the emotional instability of teenaged parents on their offspring." "Oh great. When did you find this out?" asked Sam looking quite peeved as he headed down the hallway.
"Just now, but by the time they call you Ziggy will have one HELL of a speech crosschecked annotated and footnoted on the subject in under five minutes, especially since none of your degrees is in psychology," remarked Al chewing on his cigar butt.
"Mr. Simmons, you're talking to yourself," said one female freshman who then giggled to her girlfriend.
"Just practicing a speech," Sam called to the girl who giggled even harder. "Al, isn't psychology just the study of human nature?"
"Yes, you're right to a point," replied Al still playing with his hand link.
"Well, I think I have studied a greater variety of people across both demographics and time than anyone else in history," explained Sam trying to talk in a lower quieter register.
"Correct, but your terminology is not only weak and its full of Swiss cheese. So you better just listen to me. OK?" asked Al.
"Sure, Al I always do!" smiled Sam turning into the conference room.
"I wish you did," said Al looking to the ceiling and then walking through the wall.
PART THREE
Project Quantum Leap
Stallion's Gate NM
"Be-wa, be-wa, be-wa," went the alarm in the main control room. In ran Admiral Calavicci still dressed in his pajamas with his robe wide open. Beth was out of town so he batched it in the Bachelor Officers' Quarters.
"Shut that blasted thing off. We know the situation. Um, I mean, what's the situation?" he asked reaching for a cigar that he had forgotten having been rousted from a sound sleep. "Admiral, we have new leaper," and Ziggy.
"Who's that? Lothos going after Sam again?" he asked nervously.
Ziggy replied a little peeved, "No, Admiral. Dr. Daniels stepped into the quantum accelerator and vanished. She is going to join Dr. Beckett in 1984."
"How did that happen? Aren't there safety protocols? We are the most secure government facility in the country!" exclaimed Al with a little red showing around his collar.
"The doctor had been preparing a simulation and just before she ran it she removed all the safety protocols and dumped the program into the computer mainframe," explained Ziggy.
"It went from the realm of the possible to the realm of actual." "She had been working on a procedure to capture Sam's image signature for use with the retrieval protocols using some innovative new techniques," said Sammy Jo who was also working late.
"I need to know exactly what we're up against. Get the auxiliary shift in here. I NEED to be bought up to date. And get me in contact with Sam. Sammie Jo, find out what this psycho has done to Ziggy and if it means any harm to Sam. Now moves it people!" he said in his most commanding voice.
San Monetago, California
March 25, 1984
Early the next morning Sam entered the crowded little office and dropped his briefcase full of notes and ideas on how to get the teenaged Tina more interested in her destined life path. Though seeming to be a simple task, trying to change a person's mindset on their dreams or future life was a daunting mission. Usually Sam only had to save someone or show someone the errors of his or her ways. Pulling someone from his or her current love was not going to be easy. Though a little ditzy, Tina was a very determined and bright person who expected to have a future in the arts. And destiny was something that was very hard to change as Sam constantly found out as he leaped throughout history.
"Humph!" the older counselor said as Sam gave him a cheery, "Good morning!"
The other occupant looked very intensely at her desk covered with all sorts of paperwork and replied "Good morning, yourself!" looking very glad to see him.
Sorting through his mess he knew he had two sessions with students this morning followed by a 10:00 staff meeting. The paperwork was easy by following previous examples. Talking to young people was also easy for a man who had such a youthful spirit that had kept the Quantum Leap dream alive. One of the students was having problems at home and only required some Dear Abby advice, while the other student's schedule was hopelessly tangled and only required Sam's recommendations for the curriculum supervisor. Sam took the last sip of his coffee, sat back and stretched wondering where Al had gone. Though this usually meant the leap was progressing without problems, it could also have meant problems he was having problems at home or at the project. Sam felt so far removed from the everyday work and excitement by constantly being in the "field," but he knew where his destiny lay and he was going to do it. The old grump picked up several things off of his desk and walked off looking like he had an appointment. Without even a hint of a farewell he marched out of the office. His other office mate, Ms. Barbara Livingston, looked up and smiled at the sight of his departure. "Mr. Silence left. He hadn't said a thing all the morning. Dull as dishwasher!" she said in a lower register.
"Probably just has a lot of baggage on his mind after all these years," said Sam smiling at her.
"You are such a sensitive guy," she said practically fawning over him. She stood up, strolled over to Sam, leaned over and kissed him very hard.
Sam closed his eyes and fought off her tightening embrace though he also seemed to tingle a bit. Al had told Sam nothing about his host having an extramarital affair, which seemed completely out of the character for this quiet school official. Opening his eyes, Barbara had completely changed. A very beautiful older woman approaching forty with radiantly beautiful brunet hair and an astonished look of tenderness in her eyes stared directly at Sam.
Tears began to flow in her eyes as she grabbed him tightly. "It's been so long, Sam. So very long. I have missed you so!" Then her lips meant his again.
Sam pushed away and looked deeply in her eyes with no recognition of her at all though she acted like she knew him intimately. "How do you know me? Have we met?"
"Bless your old forgetful memory. Do you remember a certain wonderful time we had in New Orleans? You were expressing your love for physics and I found my own love of a lifetime? We found each other that time," she said grabbing him again closely sugar coating the truth.
"There are others like me?' Sam said looking away. "People lost in time?"
"Not necessarily lost. I found you. And I'm going to keep you, too. I've worked too long to lose you again. Sam, you and I were lovers at one point in time," she said, "You have got to remember!"
Sam turned red. "I'm sorry I just can't place you. Ah.."
"Dr. Jennifer Daniels, quantum physicist. Jenny. And now your fellow time-traveling companion. You see from now on we're leaping together," she said ginning from ear to ear.
"Is that possible? You're from the project, Jenny?" asked Sam with a very befuddled look on his face.
"Yes. After we found each other, you got me a job at Quantum Leap and gave me a new purpose in life. But I never got over my love for that sensitive wonderful Doctor Samuel Becket. You see, we knew each other deep down where it counted. We were kindred spirits. Both bright scientists who had known our own share of loneliness and each with a very dedicated mission in life. Working at Quantum Leap we even shared the same mission. The same dream," she said looking very deep into his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I just don't know you," said Sam. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much."
"No. See how sensitive you are. We have a long time to renew ourselves," she said to him beaming. "We were a couple?" said Sam shaking a bit and them turning to look the other direction. Sitting down he searched his memory far and wide and could not even remember another life partner.
"Oh most definitely. We were very good together," she said, completely forgetting about Donna. "I so wanted for us to be together. And together you and I can help solve all these problems you have to fix in the future," she said proudly. "Wouldn't it be great to have someone real to confide in, to assist in making things go right and to cuddle up with at the end of a hard day's leap?" "So you somehow leaped and joined us. How.. How is that possible?" asked Sam as she sat down beside him.
"I don't know. This Swiss cheesed memory I have seems to jumble it so much. It doesn't matter. Aren't you glad I'm here, Sam darling?" she asked very lovingly.
"I don't know. You say we were a couple. I can sort of see that as a possibility. Do I want the company? I'm never really alone. Each time I have a whole life thrust upon me. A whole world of possibilities each time," said Sam.
"Yes, but something tells me that the fact that you can't really get close to any of them always bothered you. Just like your aura, these people are only superficial friends and passing people to have conversations with. Just those you pass the time with like while waiting for a bus. Who really knows you? You are important to Sam Beckett! Not just the mission. Who really knows Sam Beckett?" she asked him pointedly. "I do!"
"Um, Al. He's knows me more than anyone," replied Sam quickly.
"Granted, but he's only a televised vision on a nonexistent screen. The Mr. Information Man that can only give you tomorrow's weather report today. You can't even shake his hand. But I can do this!" she said kissing him hard. "Now don't tell me that doesn't do something for you!"
Sam thought, "It was very nice. You do have certain advantages over Al. But why are you here? Don't you have a life?"
She looked down. "No. Not really. Work was too much engrained in me. That and you were my life. Nothing else. So if I can help you out, and be with you, this is all I want out of my life. We're two lonely people in the world's loneliest job. Believe me Sam, this is what I want more than anything else. And if I have to win you all over again, it will be my pleasure and my love," she said stroking his face. "I do love you so!"
Sam took her hand and held it. There was something special about this woman, "And you're sure we'll leap together every time."
"I will physically follow you through eternity. Sam, this is what I really want and I just hope you can learn to want it too," she said looking hopeful at him.
"It would be nice," said Sam softly. "Um.. to have the company."
"Twenty-four seven, "she said to Sam's bewilderment. "Every hour of the day, every day of the week. New expression!"
"Well, we.." said Sam as he stopped when the old grump returned.
"I'll get back to work, darling," she whispered, blew him a kiss and went back to her desk.
Sam just sat down not knowing what to think. His leaping had been lonely, but was this company and possible relationship he wanted for the rest of time?
Lunchtime found Sam and Jenny sitting together. Jenny talked excitedly about her work at the project and updated Sam on everything that had been happening to the best of her Swiss cheese memory, which seemed much better than Sam's usual experience.
"So now you have two on the spot sources to help save all these people. I have lots of ideas and we might even be able to save more in the process," she suggested in her nonstop monologue.
Sam replied enthusiastically. "That's true, but we don't know who each of us is going to leap into to. The existing relationships of our hosts might be a problem. Here I'm married and the next time we could be lovers, parent-child, friends, enemies, adversaries."
"Or I might not even be a woman. That will be interesting," she said thinking deeply.
"Believe me it makes it very hard to pretend. I have often experienced what a woman goes through, but do I really know how they think? That's one of the paradoxes of my leaps," Sam explained to Jenny.
"Well, you have me to give you all the feminine advice you need. You can do the same for me. Together we must have all the skills that.." remarked Jenny until she was interrupted. "Sammm!" came a great loud noise that could only be Albert Calavicci. "We have a major problem. There's been a security breach at the project and this crazy woman is coming after you!"
"Crazy woman?" asked Sam showing total disbelief. Hologram Al did have a major tendency to exaggerate. Al continued without a break. "Yes, one of our research physicists used the acceleration chamber and is supposedly coming for you. I don't know her intentions, but…"
"Al," said Sam smiling.
"Yea?" replied Al looking up after Sam completely derailed his train of thought.
"This is Dr. Daniels," he said pointing to his tablemate.
Al shook his head looked closely at her and dismissed it. "No, it doesn't look like her."
"So what wrong with, the Admiral?' she asked looking directly at Sam for she couldn't see Al.
Al shook his head and then looked grim. "No, it's not impossible!"
"Admiral," she said not looking directly at him since she couldn't see him, "You're not tuned to my optical wavelength so you can only be seen by Sam. He'll have to commutate with you and relay the information to me."
"Um, OK. I'll buy that. But this woman," he said pointing at her "Has severely modified Ziggy's programming and possibly damaged other systems. They are still trying to figure out what this lunatic has been doing. Then she activated the acceleration chamber and using government facilities she jumped into time for what purpose I do not know. She has violated every rule in the book. If I could get my hands on her, her butt would be hauled into court and she would spend the rest of your life in prison."
"Would you believe she just wanted to keep me company?" said Sam. "She seems quite sane to me."
"I admit I had feelings for Dr. Becket, but I also seriously believed the capability for him to accomplish his individual leaps would increase substantially. And that Dr. Becket's mental health would improve with a companion, Admiral," she said being very persuasively.
"Sam, this nutcase could have not only seriously harmed the project, but could have caused you serious problems. How do you know if you two can leap together?" asked Al.
"It is theoretically possible. We'll learn when and if we do it," said Sam. "I'm not completely sure of my feelings about the whole thing, but I have an open mind. Being by myself for years at a time was not something I had originally considered. We were suppose to leap into another life and then return. That hasn't happened yet."
"Your whole mind is full of holes, Sam. I am still not convinced of her intentions. If she prevents you from accomplishing your mission thus spoiling your leap, then you're stuck here," said Al looking very suspiciously at Jenny.
"True, but except for some apparently hard to solve cases, we haven't missed the old leap train yet. In how many leaps, Al?" asked Sam who couldn't even venture to guess a number.
"Um, hundreds. But this woman requires mental help and.." retorted Al.
"I see no evidence of any mental problems in Jenny," said Sam looking closely at her.
"Thank you, darling. I do not deny my individual motives were driven by my own personal wants and needs, but I still feel that I be a great asset to Sam in the future. He now has two set of legs and eyes and more than one mind to work on his leaps, Admiral," explained Jenny.
"And what is it you did do to Ziggy?" asked Al.
"Al wanted an explanation of the changes you made at the project," asked Sam relaying the question.
"Truthfully, I don't remember," she said smiling. "Which is to my advantage."
"Al, if you have something definite, let me know. Otherwise drop it!" said Sam. Though not happy with what Jenny had done, he did see many positive aspects of her being there.
"Why do you what to be alone with Benedict Arnold here?" snapped back Al.
"No, I just think you need to calm down Al. Do you have anything new on Tina?" inquired the good doctor. "No. No change according to Ziggy. This little tart is the number one problem right now. Listen we have a fix on her and we will deal with her later. Arrivederci!" snapped Al as he pushed a button on his hand link and exited the Imaging Chamber.
Project Quantum Leap
Stallion's Gate NM
Still quite steamed Al walked into the control room. "Red team, give me your report," he barked sounding very annoyed.
"Al, Donna. We have something to show you. Resource management conference room on the sixth level," reported Sammy Jo.
"Roger, I'm on my way," said Al slamming down his hand link and walking from the control room as Edward St. Johns looked up very annoyed. "Admiral, please be more careful with the data links!"
"Watch it. St. John. You're sounding more like Ziggy everyday," he called from the elevator as the doors slid closed. In a small conference room the Red Team that was set up to handle the crisis consisting of Donna, Sammy Ho, Walt Gonzales and security chief Major Donaldson waited for Al. In walked the Admiral working on a long ago snuffed out cigar.
"Please sit down, Al," Donna said offering him the center chair. "Our supposed friend has perpetrated a very complex scenario. She has exhibited the kind of jump in quantum logic that Sam originally had in conceiving of this place. In other words, only Sam could really untangle this web, which was probably part of his plot. If it can't be fixed, then she is safe where she is in the past with Sam."
"Sounds pretty formidable. Now what can we do about it here?" Al said asking the most obvious question.
Sammy Jo stood up. "Basically she has modified the pattern buffers that are used to find Sam in time. Their capacity has been increased to accommodate her pattern. Then she somehow modified both her and Dr. Beckett's patterns and then superimposed one on the other. They are so tangled that whatever happens to one in their travels will drag the other along. So if either of them leaps the other one has to come along for the ride."
"Any chance to disentwine them?" asked Al not really understanding the technical end of the problem. "Only with a whole string of computers like Ziggy. Dozens if we wanted to do it right away. Or decades if Ziggy works on it alone," said Donna shaking her head. "Thinking ahead she destroyed all her work so there is nothing to track it through."
"How about the total power requirements?" asked Al.
"By mashing their patterns together, Ziggy is only using ten percent more power. It's not like we are following two people around in time. Her own mental capabilities must be near that of Sam to figure that out. If only she could have applied it to bring him home!" sighed Donna.
Al threw down his unlit cigar. "Can they leap together safely?"
"We never tried it. Theoretically.." said Sammy Jo.
"That's enough of that! You and Sam are always working in the theoretical. We need to know now. If Sam's in danger, then I need to know now!" yelled Al pounding on the table so hard that it hurt.
"We'll just have to keep working on it Al. We need time," explained Donna. "I'm hurting just as you are."
"But I don't know how long Sam has before he leaps. I need options fast, Donna," exclaimed Al as he stormed out rubbing his sore hand.
San Monetago, California
March 25, 1984
Leaving work Sam and Jenny were talking.
"She's is so passionate about these photos. I stopped by and she was walking around the school with this album. There are a half-dozen different projects all with different themes. She works on both the newspaper and the yearbook. She is very much together for someone her age and very sure of herself," said Sam gesturing wildly in front of himself.
"Tina just needs the right stimulation. Sometimes she would be in the lab for days. Photography was just a hobby to her, Sam," Jenny explained from her own experience with Tina.
"Things are just flipped in this place. How do we peak her interest?" asked Sam throwing up his hands.
"I don't think WE can. Check with some of her teachers. I think we better go through them. You have already hit a brick wall. Tina would probably warm up to a suggestion from a science teacher," suggested Jenny cozying up to Sam.
"Good idea. I'll talk to her advanced science teacher tomorrow. It really does help having someone to bounce ideas off, Jenny," said Sam quietly. "Thank you."
"Anytime, darling. Well, good night," replied Jenny sounding more like a schoolgirl at the end of a first date.
"I guess I better get going. We each have our own homes to go to," said Sam looking the other way.
"Well, good bye," waved Jenny.
"Yea, later," said Sam looking a bit dreamy himself.
Sam stared at her as she stared back. Then their fingers just touched momentary as they turned and walked toward each other's cars glancing back several times. Other teachers noticed the obvious attraction and wondered.
San Monetago, California
March 27, 1984
"Mr. Simmons. Mr. Simmons. Mr. Harlow called me up. Did you have anything about that?" Tina gushed as she bounced into his office.
"Well, yes. I did happen to mention it to me. Is there a problem?" asked Sam sounding very intrigued.
"No way! He offered me a chance to work with him on his physics research. With him and Sam Jackson. This guy is soooo cute. I have been crazy about him like forever. So I get to be with him alone for a whole hour after school. There's like some cheerleader always hanging around him. But now he is all mine and I'll really going to use the time well. Yes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she cried happily hugging him.
Amused Sam asked about the work she was doing.
"Oh, it's sorta interesting. He wants me to photograph his experiment and help document his whole experiment thingy. Sam actually performs the experiments. And God knows I could use the money. Jeez," she continued bubbling.
"Well, that's great I knew you should be there. You and Sam that is," remarked Sam.
"Just wanted to thank you, Mr. Simmons. You are the coolest. I gotta run, Bye," she cried back waving with great affection.
Sam sat back and thought for a moment as Jenny came in. "Success. She is in the lab and really enjoying it. Especially with some guy named Sam."
"Sam Jackson. Cute for a kid," she said sitting next to Sam.
"How did you know?" he asked a little confused.
"Sam. Just find out where the local grapevine runs and listen to the top grape stompers. Girls in a school this size don't miss a thing. Then attract the fly with the right grade of honey, honey," she said cutely.
"That's just wonderful. We.. uh you did great work. Using some cute guy to help her reorient her interest. I would have not thought of that. I wonder if it sticks."
Just then the Imaging Chamber door appeared and Al stepped onto the scene. He scowled at the pair. "What's up, Sam?" he said while ignoring the other leaper.
"We got Tina to work with another teacher. That was Jenny's idea," said Sam proudly pointing to her.
"So what. I could of thought of the same thing," snapped back Al.
Sam shook his head. "I don't think so. Having the feminine prospective is very useful. Not that I don't value your input, but talking with a live breathing person is a lot of help too."
Al picked up his hand link. "Humph. Here's an update from your Night of the Living Dead source. Tina is working back her at the project with some changes. She is running the Mitchell Air Base alumni book now. And she is running an Internet photography company that specializes in scientific endeavors. Things are different, but in theory they worked out. So I guess you should leap," said Al sounding disheartened.
"Sounds good," said Sam smiling. "Time to go," he said to Jenny.
"Can't wait," she beamed.
"She better not be scamming you or messing up your leap," said Al "Report, Ziggy!"
"Chronic disturbances are at an all time high in the vicinity of Dr. Becket," announce Ziggy.
"Meaning what?" asked Al sarcastically.
"Both of the doctors will be leaping momentarily, Admiral," she replied.
"Sam, the train is leaving," remarked Al as Sam took Jenny's hand and they both disappeared in a shower of blue light as Al watched anxiously.
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