Title: A Leap Back
Author: Susan
Summary: A chance to go back in time and set things right - Sam Beckett style. (In other words, this is a JAG/Quantum Leap Crossover.)
Spoilers: Definitely a big one for “Boomerang”, and just to be on the safe side, I’m going to say anything else up to where we are now is fair game. This actually picks up right in the middle of part 2 of Boomerang.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they all belong to DPB. I’m just borrowing them for entertainment purposes, and I promise to put them back when I’m finished.
Thanks to T.C., and Froggie for the beta read. Any mistakes that remain I will take full responsibility for.
And a very special thanks to Selena who wouldn’t let me forget about this story and kept asking me if I’d been working on it.
Admiral Chegwidden opened the dock door before he turned to face Harm and Mic. “At ease. Strip your blouses,” he stated. As they began unbuttoning their shirts, he continued, “Don’t come out until you administer pain equal to what you inflicted on Lieutenant Roberts. That is an order.”
“Aye, aye, Sir,” Harm answered.
“Aye, aye, Sir,” Mic echoed.
They both pulled off their shirts as they stepped into the warehouse and Admiral Chegwidden closed the overhead door.
Mic turned to stare at Harm as he said, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Mate.”
“Bring it on,” Harm replied.
They circled each other for a minute in an attempt to size each other up, and just as Harm saw Mic pull back his arm, everything went black.
*~*~*~*~
Sam Beckett felt himself leap once again. He barely had time to turn his head to survey his new surroundings when he felt something solid connect with his jaw and send him sprawling to the ground. Shaking his head, he pushed himself up to his hands and knees and looked back over his shoulder.
“Get up,” the man who had knocked him to the ground stated.
“Oh boy,” Sam mumbled as he got back to his feet and turned to face his opponent. The man was fairly tall, and judging from the pain in his jaw, he was pretty strong, too. As Sam looked around again in an attempt to get his bearings, the man laughed at him. “Come on, Rabb, surely you’ve got more in you than one lousy punch.”
Sam noted that the man’s voice had a very distinctive Australian accent, and even though he wasn’t sure what he had jumped into, he decided that it would probably be best to go along for now.
“I was just waiting to see if that was the best you could do,” Sam taunted.
The smile quickly disappeared from the man’s face and he held his hands up in front of him as he said, “Then let’s get on with it, Mate. Then when we‘re finished here, we‘ll see who Sarah comes to check on first, and maybe you‘ll finally realize that her world doesn‘t revolve around you.”
Unsure how to respond to that, Sam merely assumed a defensive position and they slowly began to circle. After a moment of dancing around each other, Sam saw his opportunity and managed to land a solid punch to the man’s left jaw. The man retaliated with a body blow that knocked the wind out of Sam momentarily before he was able to regain his composure and strike back.
They exchanged several more punches, each of them doing their best to get the upper hand, before the sound of the overhead door being opened caught their attention. Sam watched as an older man stepped into the warehouse, and his opponent came to full attention.
Realizing that he should probably do the same, Sam also came to attention and waited in silence as the man approached them.
The newcomer looked them both over carefully before he turned on his heel and said, “That’s enough. Both of you are to get yourselves checked out by a doctor and then return to your quarters and stay there until the trial begins in the morning.”
“Aye, aye, Sir,” his opponent answered.
“Aye, aye, Sir,” Sam echoed.
Sam watched as his opponent walked over and picked up a shirt. As he pulled it on and followed the older man out of the warehouse, Sam heard Al’s familiar voice. “Oh wow,” Al stated as he took in his appearance. “I sure hope that you gave as good as you got.”
Sam walked over and picked up the remaining shirt and checked to make sure that the warehouse was empty before he finally spoke. “Al, where am I?”
“Sydney, Australia, February 16, 2000,” Al replied. “You are Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. of the United States Navy, Judge Advocates General.”
“Who was that guy?” Sam asked, trying not to grimace as he pulled the shirt on.
“Commander Mic Brumby of the Royal Australian Navy,” Al replied. “You two are on opposite sides of a twenty-five year old murder case involving a United States Petty Officer, Kevin Lee and an Australian Seaman, Ian Dunsmore. They took a swing at each other outside of the courthouse earlier, only they ended up breaking the jaw of one Lieutenant Bud Roberts. As punishment, their C.O‘s ordered them in here until they had inflicted as much pain on each other as they had on the lieutenant.”
“I assume that the man who just left is one of those C.O’s?” Sam asked as he began buttoning his shirt.
“Admiral A.J. Chegwidden,” Al replied as he pulled his cigar out of his mouth. “He is your C.O. at JAG. He was also Commander Brumby’s C.O. while he was in America on an exchange program. That is how you two know each other.
“And who is Sarah?” Sam asked. “That man, Brumby, he mentioned her name.”
“Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie,” Al offered. “She was your partner at JAG for several years, but Ziggy’s not entirely sure on where she comes into the picture here. We know that she’s here in Australia, but she’s not assigned to the case, so it could be that she’s here on vacation.”
“Doesn’t that seem odd?” Sam asked. “That Brumby would mention her name like that?”
“Not necessarily,” Al replied as he consulted his hand held computer. “According to Ziggy, Commander Brumby made several attempts at trying to persuade her to go out with him before he left the States.”
“And where does Commander Rabb come into play in that?” Sam asked.
“I’m not entirely sure on that one,” Al replied as he pointed to the cover that was lying on the ground behind Sam. “You’ll need that when you walk outdoors.”
Sam bent down to pick up the cover as he asked, “So what am I doing here?”
Al hit his hand held computer against his hand before looking up at Sam and saying, “According to Ziggy, you are here to make sure that Kevin Lee doesn’t get away with murder.”
“I’m the prosecutor?” Sam asked.
“No,” Al replied as they slowly made their way to the warehouse door. “You’re the defense counsel.”
Sam stopped walking and turned to face Al. “If I’m the defense counsel, how on earth am I supposed to keep Lee from getting away with murder without compromising Commander Rabb’s career?”
Al smacked the computer against his hand again before he met Sam’s gaze. “Ziggy’s not entirely sure on that part, yet. For now, I would suggest that you do as Admiral Chegwidden said and get yourself checked out by a doctor.”
“And then?” Sam asked.
“And then let me know if this Sarah MacKenzie is worth what you just went through,” Al offered.
Sam just shook his head as he watched Al open the door and disappear.
Several Hours Later
Harm’s Hotel Room
Sydney, Australia
Sam settled himself in the middle of the large bed as he thumbed through the case files in Commander Rabb’s briefcase. So far, he had been able to gather that the murder had taken place twenty-five years earlier just outside of an amusement park called “Luna Park”. From the looks of Commander Rabb’s notes, their best defense was the eye witness testimony of Kevin Lee’s wife. Other than her testimony, it looked as if Kevin Lee was going to be convicted of murder.
As Sam flipped through another file, he wondered how Commander Rabb had managed to convince the jury that Jen was telling the truth when she testified. Surely they would think that she was only trying to get her husband off. As he closed the file and set it aside, he heard Al’s voice again. “So where is Mac?”
“Mac?” Sam questioned.
“Mac,” Al repeated. “Sarah MacKenzie. Her friends call her Mac.”
“Not here,” Sam replied. “Did you learn anything useful?”
“According to Ziggy, Commander Rabb was able to get Kevin Lee acquitted by showing a video of his wife gallivanting around with another man. Apparently, the jury was more apt to believe the story of a cheating wife than that of a faithful wife.”
“And I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen this time?” Sam questioned. “Are you sure about that?”
Al consulted his hand held computer before he replied, “According to Ziggy, Kevin Lee was convicted of desertion during a time of war in the Summer of 2000. He was sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment, but he escaped after serving only five years of his sentence. Once on the loose, he sought revenge on those he felt responsible for his winding up in prison, namely Commander Rabb. Unfortunately, his plan of revenge went sour and instead of hurting Rabb, he managed to seriously injure Colonel MacKenzie and Commander Brumby’s daughter.”
“So she does end up with him?” Sam interrupted.
“It looks that way,” Al replied. “Anyway, Ziggy says that the event pushed Mic Brumby over the edge and he went after Rabb, blaming the whole thing on him. The ensuing fight left Rabb in the hospital for several days, and the fact that Mac took Brumby to task for it played a major part in their marriage falling apart. Mac and her daughter were able to pick up the pieces and move on, but Rabb was consumed with guilt over the situation. He became obsessed with tracking Lee down and by the time he caught up with him, his career was in shambles and his personal life was worse off. He dropped out of sight shortly after taking Lee back to prison, and aside from the occasional postcard to his mother and grandmother, nobody ever heard from him again.”
Sam shook his head as he looked at Al and said, “How exactly is this supposed to be prevented simply by making sure that he goes to jail for murder instead of desertion? Isn’t there always the possibility that he will still escape?”
“Ziggy says that this Australia trip sets into motion a chain of events that totally change the course of Rabb and MacKenzie’s life.”
“So all I have to do is make sure that Lee gets sent to prison here in Australia instead of going back to the States?” Sam clarified.
“As far as Ziggy can tell, yes,” Al replied.
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and Sam made his way over to the door cautiously. He glanced out the peephole before opening the door to find a beautiful woman standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
“I cannot believe you two,” she started as soon as the door was fully opened. “First off you two break Bud’s jaw, and then you try to kill each other.”
Sam stepped back to allow her to enter as he heard Al say, “Sam, that’s her.”
“Mac?” Sam questioned.
“What?” Mac replied as she turned around to face him.
“Yes,” Al answered.
Realizing that she was waiting for an answer, Sam quickly turned his attention back to Mac. “It wasn’t my idea to go into that warehouse.”
Mac merely shook her head as she stared at him. “Have you at least been to see a doctor?”
“Yes,” Sam replied. “I’m fine. How’s Brumby?”
“I have no idea,” Mac replied.
“You haven’t been to see him?” Sam questioned.
“No,” she replied. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You do remember that Mic used to be a professional boxer, don’t you?”
“If she came here instead of going to see Brumby,” Al stated. “Perhaps there’s a little more going on between them than Ziggy knows about.”
Sam shot Al a dirty look as he made his way around Mac to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m really fine, Mac. I just need something in this case to make sense, that’s all.”
Mac relaxed her stance as she made her way over to stand next to him. “Is there anything that I can help with?”
“Not right now,” Sam replied. “But I’ll let you know if something comes up.”
“Okay,” Mac agreed.
Their eyes locked on each other and for a moment Sam felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. He quickly averted his gaze from hers, and he heard her say, “Since you’re okay, I guess I’ll be going.”
Sam nodded as he stood up and followed her to the door. He opened it for her and said, “Thanks for stopping by, Mac.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied. After a brief pause, she added, “Harm, please do me a favor.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“Don’t let Mic get the better of you like this again,” she replied.
“I’ll do my best,” he said with a smile. “Good night, Sarah.”
Mac gave him a curious glance before she said, “Good night, Harm.”
Sam closed the door and leaned his forehead against it as he heard Al say, “Wow! Now she’s a real looker.”
“Cut it out, Al,” Sam said as he pushed himself away from the door and walked back over to the bed.
“I’d say she’s definitely worth the beating you took this afternoon, wouldn’t you?” Al continued.
“I said cut it out, Al,” Sam repeated.
“What’s gotten into you?” Al asked.
“Nothing,” Sam muttered. “I must just be tired. I’m going to try to get some sleep and hope that I don’t totally screw up Commander Rabb’s career in the morning.”
“You’ll be fine,” Al replied. “I’ll have Ziggy get the transcripts from the trial and stop back by in the morning.”
“Thanks, Al,” Sam replied as he cleared the papers off of the bed.
“Get some rest, Sam,” Al stated as he pressed a button on his hand held computer and a door opened behind him.
Sam waited until Al had disappeared before he pulled his clothes off and climbed into bed. For some reason, his three minute conversation with Sarah MacKenzie had seemed more draining than the entire fight with Mic Brumby, and he was almost positive that if he were to get trapped in Harmon Rabb’s life, he would have a hard time remembering that they were only friends.
The Next Morning
Courthouse
Sam paced nervously outside of the courtroom until he heard a familiar whisper, “Sam, over here!”
Trying to look nonchalant, Sam quickly made his way around the corner and found himself in a deserted hallway. “Al, where have you been?”
“Sorry, I got tied up. Nice outfit.?”
“Don’t start,” Sam replied. “We start opening statements in ten minutes,”
“Is Mac here?” Al asked as he walked around the corner trying to catch a glimpse of her.
“Al,” Sam hissed. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Just go with Rabb’s notes, Sam. You’ll be fine,” Al replied.
“I don’t want to blow this,” Sam replied.
“Relax, you’ll be fine. I’ll be in there if you need help,” Al said.
Sam shook his head and took a deep breath before he stepped back around the corner and headed into the courtroom. He looked around as he made his way up to the defense table and was quite pleased when his eyes fell on Sarah MacKenzie. She flashed him a small smile, and Sam did his best to return it before he settled into his seat and prepared himself to make his opening statements.
After opening statements
Outside the courthouse.
“He said he feels helpless,” Mac offered.
“Keep covering my back, Bud,” Sam replied.
At Bud’s mumbled reply, Mac interpreted, “He says thank you.”
Sam turned to face them as he asked, “How is it that you’re the only one who understands him?”
“Probably the same way that you’re the only one who can see me,” Al replied as he made a sudden appearance. Sam merely looked at him as he listened to Mac’s response.
“Well, my father’s jaw was wired when I was a kid for three months. I guess it’s like learning a foreign language.”
Bud mumbled something else to which Mac chuckled before saying, “He said he’d rather be speaking French.” Sam’s laughter quickly turned to a grimace, prompting Mac to ask, “Broken rib?”
“Ribs,” Sam replied. “Two.”
Bud mumbled something else to which Mac replied, “I don’t think it took much forcing, Bud.”
At Bud’s mumbled response, Mac looked uncomfortable before taking a sip of her coffee. Sam immediately asked, “What did he say?”
“That, uh, you deserved what you got,” she replied before getting up and walking off.
“Actually, he said that you and Brumby were fighting over her,” Al corrected as he watched the sway of Mac’s hips as she walked away. “Sam, she is one fine woman.”
Bud quickly tried to defend himself, and Sam sat down next to him. “Relax, Bud. I know you didn’t say that. But whatever it was, you struck a chord.”
“Sam, I need a word with you before you go back in there,” Al stated.
“Bud, I’m going to go for a quick walk before I head back in, okay?”
Bud nodded his agreement and Sam got up and headed away from the courthouse as Al said, “Ziggy says that when Jen takes the stand this afternoon to testify, she is going to say that Kevin intentionally killed Ian.”
“So how did Rabb manage to get him off?” Sam asked.
“He and Lieutenant Roberts follow her tonight and get videotape of her in the arms of Harold Storm. When they show the tape in court, she breaks down in tears and recants her testimony, saying that she only wanted to be with Harold, but that Harold wanted the money for all of their assets and that’s why she lied on the stand.”
“So now all I have to do is find a way to prove that she is telling the truth?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” Al replied. “And then you should leap out of here.”
Sam nodded slowly as he turned and headed back to the courthouse. “I’ve got an idea, Al. I’ll tell you about it later, okay? Right now I have to get back in there.”
“Good luck, Sam!” Al called to his retreating form. “I have the feeling that you’re going to need it.”
1115 Zulu
Mac’s hotel room
Sydney, Australia
Mac opened the door with a questioning look on her face. “Harm?”
“I’m sorry to bother you so late, Mac,” Sam said. “But I need your help with something.”
Mac stepped back to allow him to enter as she said, “What is it?”
Sam held out the camcorder to her. “Look at this.”
Mac took the recorder in her hands and hit the play button. “Looks like you’ve found your motive behind Jen’s testimony this morning,” she offered.
“That’s where I need your help, Mac,” Sam replied. “I don’t think she’s really cheating on Kevin. I think I’m being played here, and I don’t like it.”
“What do you want me to do?” Mac asked.
Sam dropped his gaze from hers for a minute before he said, “I want you to see if you can seduce Harold Storm. Get him to admit that there’s nothing going on between him and Jen and then get that information to Brumby.”
“Excuse me,” Mac replied. “Did I just hear you right? You want me to get the information to Mic? Harm, he’ll use it to get a conviction.”
“I know that,” Sam replied. “But I think in this particular case, I’d rather lose to Brumby than to see Kevin Lee get away with murder.”
“Harm,” she began, but he cut her off.
“Mac, I understand if you don’t want to do it, all you have to do is say so. I’ll find a way to get the information to Brumby myself.”
Mac shook her head as she looked at him. “I’ll do it, Harm. I’m just having trouble picturing you letting Mic have the upper hand like this, that’s all.”
Sam let out a long breath before he answered her. “Some things are worth fighting him over, Mac. There are others that are okay to let him win at. In this particular case, I’d rather see justice be done than to prove that I’m a better lawyer than Mic Brumby.”
Sam saw the questions in her eyes when she met his gaze, but they quickly disappeared as a small smile played on her lips. “You are a better lawyer than him, Harm. Now, what exactly do you want me to do?”
Sam returned her smile as he quickly outlined the plan he hoped would manage to convict Kevin Lee of murder and keep him from destroying the life of Harmon Rabb and Sarah MacKenzie.
The Next Day
Courthouse
After hearing Jen’s tearful rebuttal of her own testimony, Sam looked to the judge and said, “I have no further questions, Your Honor.”
“Commander Brumby, do you wish to re-examine this witness?”
“Not at this time,” Brumby replied. “However, the prosecution would like to call Harold Storm to the stand.”
Sam sat down and tried to relax as Harold Storm made his way to the stand. He hadn’t been able to talk to Mac before the trial had started this morning, so he could only hope that the plan had been successful.
After the witness was sworn in, Brumby slowly made his way up to him. “Mr. Storm, is it true that you are having an affair with Jen?”
Harold looked uncomfortably down at Kevin Lee before he averted his gaze back to Brumby. “No, Sir. I am not having an affair with her.”
“Then would you care to explain the video that we just saw?” Brumby asked.
Harold took a deep breath and began, “Jen approached me right after Kevin had been taken into custody. She said that his only hope of acquittal was if they thought she was being unfaithful to him and had sufficient motive to want to see him go to prison.”
“And what was your response to this?” Brumby asked.
“I asked her what she had in mind, and she told me how Kevin had transferred everything into her name and that all I had to do was act like the two of us were having an affair and she would take care of the rest.”
“And you agreed to this?” Brumby questioned.
Harold nodded his head, “Yes, Sir, I did.”
“No further questions, Your Honor,” Brumby stated as he made his way back over to sit down.
Sam took a deep breath as he stood up. “Mr. Storm, why did you agree to help Jen?”
“Because she offered me their restaurant in exchange for my part in this. Jen told me that she and Kevin were going to disappear as soon as the trial was over and that the restaurant would be mine to do with as I please.”
“So why are you here now?” Sam prompted.
“I had a conversation with a new friend last night who convinced me that I should tell the truth,” Harold replied.
“So just like that you agreed?” Sam questioned.
“She’s a very persuasive woman,” Harold replied. “Besides that, she explained to me how even though I didn’t know Kevin and Jen back when the murder took place, I could still be considered an accomplice if I helped them cover it up.”
“So you’re trying to keep your own name clear?” Sam asked.
“No, that’s not it,” Harold replied. “I’m just trying to do the right thing here by telling the truth.”
“I have no further questions, Your Honor,” Sam stated as he turned to make his way back to his seat.
“Commander Brumby?” the Judge asked.
“No further questions, Your Honor,” Brumby replied.
“Very well then, Mr. Storm, you may step down. Commander Rabb, do you have any more witnesses that you’d like to call?”
“No, Your Honor,” Sam replied.
“We’ll take a five minute recess and then we’ll hear closing arguments.”
Sam turned and looked at Kevin Lee as he stood up. “I’m afraid that your friend’s testimony might have cost us the case.”
“Some friend he turned out to be,” Kevin mumbled.
Sam turned around and saw Mac at the back of the courtroom, and he gave her a wink before he settled back into his chair to prepare for closing arguments.
The Next Day
Courthouse
Sam stood beside Kevin Lee as the jury announced their verdict, and as the “Guilty” rang through the courtroom, Sam prepared himself to leap. However, he was surprised to find himself still in the courtroom after Kevin Lee had been taken into custody and the jury had been excused.
With a slight shake of his head, he turned and made his way over to Brumby. “Congratulations, Mic. I thought the wig would make it a level playing field, but I guess I just wasn‘t able to beat you on your home court.”
“Congratulations, Commander,” Admiral Chegwidden stated as he walked over and shook Mic‘s hand.
“Thank you, Sir,” Mic replied.
“Me, too,” Mac added as she reached out to shake his hand.
Mic took her in his, and said, “Thanks, but I was kind of expecting something more than a handshake.”
“Well, you always expect more than you deserve,” Sam stated.
“Mic, I’m leaving tomorrow,” Mac said with a warning glance at Sam. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“I’d love that, Sarah,” he replied.
“Great. I’ll see you at the airport, Harm,” she said. “Admiral.”
As she walked off with Mic, Admiral Chegwidden turned to Sam and said, “Tough day all around, Commander.”
“Tell me about it,” Sam mumbled. He waited until Bud and the Admiral had walked off before he whispered, “Al, where are you?”
Al showed up within a few seconds and said, “Sam, you’re still here.”
“Yes,” Sam replied. “Why? Doesn‘t it work? Does he still get out and go after Rabb?”
“No, according to Ziggy, Kevin Lee spends the rest of his life behind bars here in Australia. However, for some reason, things still seem to go wrong in Rabb’s life.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked. “If I’ve stopped Lee from going after them, why haven’t I leaped?”
“According to Ziggy, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance that you’re still here because you haven’t set things right between Rabb and Mac yet.”
“What things? They seem to be getting along just fine from where I’m standing.”
“Well, our dear Commander Rabb finally agreed to talk to us this morning and it appears as if he and Sarah had a little conversation on a ferry the other night in which she asked him to take their relationship to another level and he told her he wasn’t ready. Unfortunately, they were both talking and neither one listening and if Sarah goes to dinner with Brumby tonight, she will accept his ring and that will set into motion the chain of events that destroy their relationship.”
“So all I have to do now is convince her that I’m in love with her and that I do want to take this relationship to a new level, but just not yet?” Sam asked.
“Well, that Harm is in love with her, but yeah, you get the picture,” Al replied.
“Oh boy,” Sam mumbled as he quickly stashed papers into his briefcase and made a dash out of the courtroom.
Twenty minutes later
Mac’s Hotel Room
“You’re early,” Mac stated as she opened the door. Her smile faded somewhat when she saw Sam standing there. “Harm, what are you doing here?”
“May I come in?” Sam asked as his eyes traveled over the black dress that was clinging to her body in all the right places. “I’ll only stay a minute, I promise.”
Mac stepped back to allow him to enter. “I suppose it would be okay for a minute.”
“Thank you,” Sam replied as she closed the door behind him and walked back into the room. He followed her as she walked over the dresser and picked up a pair of earrings. “I just wanted to say thank you for what you did last night. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Harm,” she replied. “But you really didn’t have to come over here to thank me tonight.”
“I know,” Sam replied. “But I wanted to say something else, too.”
“What is it?” Mac asked as she watched him fidget nervously.
“Mac, about the other night,” Sam began. “I just want to make sure that we’re clear on a couple of things.”
“I think you made yourself perfectly clear the other night, Harm,” she interrupted.
“Do you?” Sam asked. “Because I don’t think I did, and I want to make sure that you understand I was not rejecting you. I do care about you, Sarah. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before and I do want to take our relationship to the next level, but I just don’t think this is the right time. All I’m asking is that you give me a little more time, that’s all.”
“Eternity?” Mac whispered.
“No,” Sam replied. “Not eternity, just a little longer for things to settle down. And then I want to give you eternity.”
“Harm,” she said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything right now,” Sam replied. “Just think about it.”
“It worked, Sam,” Al stated as he made a sudden appearance. “Sarah MacKenzie refuses Mic Brumby’s ring tonight, and she and Commander Rabb return to the States with nothing hanging over their heads. They are married in August of 2001, and their first son is born two years later.” Al stopped his commentary long enough to look over at Sam and saw him as he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against Mac’s. As she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, Al whispered, “See ya, Sam.” Just then a bright light engulfed him.
Sam shook his head as he stood up and looked around. Wherever he had landed this time was extremely dark and smelled horrible. Just then, a bright light came on and Sam heard sirens in the distance. From the light flooding the area, Sam quickly realized that he was in the middle of a prison yard and there were guards running at him from every direction. “Oh boy!”
The End