Lake Black Weed was a large natural lake on the outskirts of town. Trees
enclosed the entire area surrounding the lake, except for a small area, which
served as a beach. That is where a crowd o teenagers were hanging out that
night. They were all drinkng from paper cups filled with beer, which they got
from the back of somebody's car. Al saw Kelly and some of her friends standing
near a row of boats that were propped on a large metal rack. Al walked closer
to her, and saw that her hand was holding out a golden ring with a large dark
stone. She was telling a girl standing nearby that it was Sam's ring. Al did
not get a close look at the ring, but he figured that Sam's reason of love and
marriage was behind it. In Kelly's other hand, there was a large cup half
filled up with beer. Thre was no telling how much she had to drink already, but
she looked somewhat tipsy.
The Teenager was up in his bedroom. The transistor radio on the other side of
the room blasted out the bubble gum pop song, "Sugar Sugar" by the Archies. The
song reminded him of Kelly, as it did the first time he heard it a few months
ago during the summer of 1969. He stared up at the ceiling thinking of reasons
why he wanted to marry Kelly. He had twenty reasons written down on the pieces
of paper in front of him.
He wanted to live his life with Kelly by his side. He did not know what his
life would bring, but whatever surprises he witnessed he wanted Kelly to
witness then as his wife. He wanted them to walk down the path of life
hand-in-hand. He wanted them to share in all of the joys and sorrows that life
might bring to him. He wanted them to always remain as two people madly in love
with each other.
He could not imagine himself loving anybody as much as he loved Kelly.
Grownups always dismiss teenage love as only puppy love, but with Kelly it was
much more than that. It was a love that came straight from his heart. It was a
strong feeling, which they both shared for each other.
He stared at the ceiling daydreaming about what his life with Kelly might be
Al looked over to where Kelly was standing. She looked more drunk than before.
He saw that she was struggling to get a row boat down from the large
structurethat held it. "Dodger, what are you doing! Leave that alone!" he
yelled at her aggravated as he watched her remove the boat. "Whatevr you do
don't do out on the lake. I wish you could hear me right now. I'm really
concerned about you."
Kelly started to drag the bot toward the water. "You're a really trouble
maker, Dodger," Al stated. "I have no idea how many fist fights your brother
and I had to save you from when we were all back in the Bronx, but there were a
lot. Right now, I'm trying to save you from something a lot worse than a black
eye. You're going to get into a coma, if you go out on that lake tonight. I'm
really not too sure if that boyfriend of yours can make it on time to save
you." Kelly was nearing the water, and her boat only had a short distance more
to go on the shore. "Don't move, Dodger!"
Kelly froze in place. She looked up to the spot where Al was standing, and
looked directly at him. "Dodger? Can you hear me?" Al asked looking straight
into her eyes. He knew that nobody could see or hear him, except for Sam, when
he went into the past. Young children and animals were also the exception -
Dodger was neither. Somehow, he felt right then that she was different. He had
a feeling that at that moment she could sense his presence. He wanted nothing
more than to protect her, just like he did in the olden days in the Bronx.
Kelly turned away from him as she shook her head in disbelief. She started to
go to the water again. "You never really listened to what people had to say.
Stay here on dry land, and please Dodger, do not go in the water."
Al raised his handlink, pushed a button and disappeared.
Al appeared in Sam's room. Sam was deep in thought, and did not yet realize
that he was even there. He knew that there was hardly anything that could get
his friend out from his thought. To Sam, the entire world only revolved upon him and
whatever he was thinking about. There was no outside world. Al sonstantly
noticed Sam this way during Project Starbright and the beginning stages of
Project Quantum Leap. He never saw him this intense, since hebegan leaping
Al glanced around the room. It was hardly the room of the neat freak, which he
knew Sam to be when he was still himself. It looked like the room of a average
sixteen-year-old boy. Clothes and books were scattered everywhere, but in their
right places. If Al was not a hologram, he would probably have watched out, so
not to trip on anything by taking two steps in any direction. Sam was laying on
his side faceing a wall covered with pictures - medical diagrams, pictures of
family and friends, posters of the pryamids and other ancient Egyptian wonders
and posters of popular rock entertainers, such as Janice Joplin and the Who.
The person on the bed turned around to his other side facing Al. He looked up
at the strangely dressed man in front of him, and let out a terrified scream.
"Oh, boy!" Al exclaimed borrowing his friend's expression.