1992
Jason is scared.
His heart races and his palms are feeling sweaty.
He is inside a large room inside a police precinct for the Atlanta Police Department. The room has several desks. A bulletin board is pinned to the wall, contain some sort of notice as well as a wanted poster.
Several uniformed police officers point handguns at him.
"Drop your weapon!" barks a police sergeant.
He holds another officer in front of him, with his right arm, and in his left hand is a handgun, with the barrel against the police officer's temple, his left hand shaking visibly.
"Just let me go!" cries Jason. "I don;t wanna go to jail."
This is his only small chance. He had known upon being arrested today that if he goes through the system, he would be sent away to prison for years.
He did not want to lose years of his life in prison.
"We're warning you," says the police sergeant. "There's no way out except in handcuffs or a body bag."
"Why were you arrested?" someone asks.
Jason looks at the police officer who had asked the question. The officer looks young, younger than he is. He figures the police officer is a rookie.
"Please," that officer asks again. "I just want to talk. Why were you arrested? Just tell me."
"It was for stealing," he says. "I...They said I stole some jewelry."
"If you pull that trigger, you steal a life. Is that what you want?"
The question hits Jason in his very soul. He had been a troublemaker since childhood. He had done theft and vandalism. Did quite a bit of community service, even spent a few months in the Fulton County jail.
He never actually hurt anyone. Since he was a young boy, he tended to avoid physical confrontations if he could help it. For that same reason, he never went into muggings or armed robberies, as he knew even without experience that things could get dangerous real fast.
And things had gotten dangerous real fast.
Looking the rookie cop in the eye, he lets his hostage go. Slowly, he bends his knees. He is very careful to point the barrel downward. He finally sets the handgun on the hard surface of the floor.
Two officers surround him even as he places his hands, palms down, on the floor. He can feel his arms being pulled behind this back, feel the familiar touch of steel handcuffs, and then hears the click of the handcuffs locking in place.
Jason breathes a slight sigh of relief.
The rookie cop looks on as Jason is taken away to a holding cell.
Unknown to Jason or the police officers in the room, the rookie cop is not whom he appears.
He is Dr. Ben Song, a quantum physicist from the future. Thirty years ahead of this time, he had stepped into the Quantum Leap Accelerator and vanished. He now leaps from life to life, putting right what once went wrong.
A woman with light brown hair appears to be in this room. In truth, she is in the Imaging Chamber decades in the future. A hologram of her is projected via brainwave transmissions to the past, and only Ben can see or hear her.
"That little stunt cost him five years of freedom," says Addison Augustine, the observer for Project Quantum Leap. "But get this. After getting out of prison, he becomes a mentor for at-risk youth. According to Ziggy, at least three murders never happened due to his mentoring. His new life touched other lives."
"You;'re a hero," another police officer says to Ben.
He smiles, and then a blue glow surrounds him as he quantum leaps.
Ben Song finds himself in another place, another time, another person.
The place is much darker than the squad room in the Atlanta police precinct in 1992.
He hears music, sexually suggestive music.
He looks and sees several men before him, all cheering. Glancing at his left and right, the leaper sees brass poles.
His stance feels familiar. Looking down, Ben can see that he is wearing high heels. There are dollar bills scattered on the wooden floor near his feet.
There is something around his right ankle. Picking it up, he can see it is red, and it feels silky.
It is basically a loop, with a thin strip of red cloth material connecting opposite ends of the loop.
It takes two seconds for the leaper to realize he is holding red thong panties!
He sees another article of clothing. Picking it up, he sees an article made up of two triangular pieces of fabric, connecting to each other, and a string.
That is a bra!
"And now Nurse Bridget is baring all!" announces a voice.
Ben realizes that high heels is all that he is wearing!