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Feburary 17th 1997, Brooklyn, New York:
'Well, Sam, you did it. Ben doesn't die; he grows up to marry Mary and becomes a successful divorce lawyer. Hmm, maybe we should've let him die after all. Blood-sucking creeps all of them', Al told Sam. It was the end of another successful leap.
'Having trouble with one of your wives' solicitors, Al?' Sam teased.
'When am I not? I...'. But Al was interrupted by flashes of blue electricity as Sam leaped.
'Oh well, on to the next undeserving creep', Al muttered wearily to himself as he left the imaging chamber. As usual by the end of a leap, he felt that he could sleep for a week. And, also as usual, he knew that would be impossible. He wondered how long it would take for the next visitor to emerge in the waiting room. He just hoped that the next leap would be easier than this one. Keeping an eight year old kid away from matches was difficult for anyone, but if you add a fatally ill sister, and a senile grandfather into the equation.... Al shook his head and headed towards his quarters, his bed, and Tina.
May 17th 2003, Project Quantum Leap, Satllion's Gate, New Mexico:
After just one hour's rest, Al was rudely awakened by Ziggy. 'Admiral, you are urgently needed in the waiting room. It is an emergency. A new visitor has arrived.' Already? This was the quickest that Sam had ever leapt into anyone, thought Al. And what was the emergency? As he approached the waiting room, Al could hear the chaos coming from within.
'I demand to speak to Admiral Calavicci! Now! No, Doctor, I am quite calm. You don't understand. The Admiral is the only one who needs to be here. Get him here, now!'
'OK, what is all the noise about?' asked Al, instantly bringing the room into silence.
'Oh, at last', the visitor remarked, turning to Al. 'Perhaps I might get some sense out of someone now. Admiral, please inform these people that they do not need to be here. You are the only one who I need to speak to.'
'Just one minute here. First of all, 'these people' as you so eloquently put it, are highly trained professionals who are only trying to do their jobs. And second, how do you know who I am?'
'Admiral we have another emergency', interrupted Ziggy, before the visitor could reply. 'I am unable to locate Dr. Beckett'.