When the light fades...he's standing in a bar.
There's something vaguely old-fashioned about it, and for a heartbeat, a long and breathless second, he thinks he's back in the dive in St. Roch. But no. The layout is still a little different; the jukebox is there instead of there; the bar is deeper and the light is brighter…
And the place is utterly deserted.
He's still looking around when, with a sort of flicker, a man just sort of...appears...next to him, a short man with a strange, colorful device in one hand and a cigar in the other.
And maybe it's not the oddest thing he's seen since the Oculus blew, but it's close.
"Just a sec, just a sec..." The newcomer frowns as he fiddles with the device. "Come on, Ziggy...ah! There. Ha." He shakes his head, then turns his head to look at Leonard...and blinks.
"Wait a minute." The man gapes at him. "You're...not Sam. You're not Dr. Sam Beckett. Who the hell are you?"
He blinks back a moment, then turns to look in the mirror behind the bar. And sees...another face. Not his own. Instead a man maybe about his age, with floppy brown hair not so unlike Palmer's, a few strands of gray at the temples. And a very Snart-like glare in his eyes.
"Oh boy."
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Author's note: Before I found Legends, my favorite time-travel-related TV show was Quantum Leap, which ran from 1989 to 1993.
A reference seemed appropriate. :)