CHAPTER FIVE As Sam and Tina approached the opposite end of the park where all of the water slides and raft rides were, they had no problem finding out where the radio station was set up for the day. A huge yellow boom box--at least one story high and lifted up another eight stories, towering over some of the rides in the area--was blaring out the same type of music which Sam heard the radio playing earlier, a song by Hootie and the Blowfish about how they "don't believe in time." They walked to the sight where the box was located, and saw more fancy equipment WOLZ owned, such as two trucks and a small console, somewhat similar to the one in the studio, which a fat, dark haired man stood behind. A crowd stood around or sat on benches nearby, watching what was going on. And, other passersby stood for a short while or just turned their heads to see everything. Sam also stood amazed at the sight of the modern technological radio wonders, thinking about how Tony was a part of everything. A skinny guy with light brown hair, who wore a WOLZ T-shirt, came off the stage and toward Sam. "Hi, Tony," he said. "Everything's fine here. We're having a great time." "Hi, Paul," Tina greeted. "Hi, Mrs. Cal." "So, Tony, did you come with your folks, or did you just come to check on us?" "With 'my' folks," Sam answered. "Well, I guess you can say both, though, now." Paul quickly changed the subject over to business and what went on so far since Simon and he got there that morning. Sam listened to every word interested, but not really commenting about anything. A teenager walked up to them carrying a T-shirt similar to the one Sam had on the day before, received when Paul and Simon were handing them out to the crowd before. Looking up at Paul, "Can you sign this for me. Paul signed it already. " "Only one thing. That's Simon," Paul pointed out. "I'm Paul." "Oh," the teenager said. "Can you sign it, though? Make it out to Liam." "Sure, kid," he said, being used to it. He took it away along with the black felt-tip pen he was also handed, and autographed it. "Anyway, if you leaped into him, and --" Sam smiled, but Tina groaned. "Oh, boy! Not another one!" she sighed. "My husband drives me crazy with that show. Frankly, I think it's totally dumb." "How could anybody not like it? The show's the best show ever made." "Liam," Paul called, putting his hand on "Tony's" shoulder. "Do you know who this is? This is Tony Cal. The biggest dj to ever hit the Southwest since Wolfman Jack." Al walked through the Chamber door, behind Sam. "I think Simon is the biggest dj to ever hit the Southwest," Al commented, looking up at the stage. "That guy weighs at least four hundred pounds. "But, my son is definitely the most popular dj in the Southwest." "Really? You're Tony Ca.l!" Liam turned toward "Tony Cal," excited. "I listen to you every morning before school. This is so cool! I've met three WOLZ djs today. Wow! Can you sign it, too? Wait until I tell everybody about this! This is so cool!" Sam took the T-shirt. He thought about what to say. He took the pen, and scribbled. "To Liam, Keep Rockin'! Tony Calavicci." He tried to remember what all the people at the station refer to Tony as. His name wasn't Tony Calavicci, Sam was certain. But, the name was already down on the material, and couldn't be erased or wiped off. He thought about scribbling it out, but thought that a huge black line would look too mess on the clean gray shirt (either that or too conceited if it look like he was just heavily underlining 'his' first name.) Something possessed him to just put quotes around the name and write "Cal" underneath. Liam took his shirt back, and read what the two djs wrote. "Is your last name really 'Calavicci'? I just thought it was Tony Cal," he asked hesitantly. "It is just Tony Cal," 'the dj' answered. "I just wrote that as a little joke from one tv fan to another. You got it." "Yeah. You like QL, too? Really?" Liam said, before walking away looking at his autographed shirt. "Tony, you are the king of rock! Thanks for the shirt! Wow!" "Sam, that was nice signing that shirt for the kid," Al said. "But, what did you mean by the 'Calavicci' part? I know you just made a mistake with my son's radio name. But, what did you mean by the 'fan' part?" "Don't watch much tv. Do you, Spock? He's an Admiral on the 'SS Enterprise,' you know where you said the 'fictional' Ziggy is," Sam answered, smiling, remembering their conversation about the show the night before. They walked far away from the crowd towards an empty alley next to a refreshment stand, where several boxes were. "The games and the news. You keep me busy most of the time," Al said. "I'm certainly not a trekie like you or my son. Actually, I think that this trekie stuff is left in your head from my son, because the only two sci-fi nuts I know are Tony and Gushie. But, Sam! Stop calling me 'Spock'! Ok, Doctor Bones?" "I always thought of myself as more of a Captain Kirk, leader and controller of the Starship Enterprise," Sam joked. "I think your son is like an Ensign Wesley Crusher from the 'Star Trek: The Next Generation'," he said, making a comment about Project Cadet Joey Calavicci which the father took to be about Tony because of the science-fiction reference. "Sam, can you please stop talking about 'Star Trek'! I hate that show! How come outer space is always portrayed as totally way out in movies and on television? The only space story which tells the truth is 'Apollo 13,' because it's a true drama about astronauts. (I actually met Jim Lovell once during that time period, because that was when we were both working for NASA.) People are writing about space, who don't even know what space is truly like." Maybe, that's why Tina hates the show so much, Sam guessed. It's for the same reason why Al hates stories about outer space. She works there, and knows what things are truly like . . . well, are truly like now! Things at the Project are much different now then how they used to be. Maybe, that's why I like the show. I actually remember when everything happened for real which that episode showed happening, back when I leaped into that pig doctor and the only thing Al did was obsess about who Tina was cheating on him with. . . . . Man, things sure did change so much since back then! Wow! If I just heard about the changes without witness them myself, I would think that Dark Vadar and Godzilla would be easier to believe in than Al and Tina's new lives. "Sorry, Al," Sam said. "I just watched one of your son's favorite shows yesterday, and it's kind of getting to me. A sci-fi show. You know 'aliens' and 'dinosaurs' and time travelers." "Going through big black holes in outer space," Al completed Sam's statement, filling in where the "time travelers" on the show were probably facing, waving his cigar in the air. "Do you know that Planet Earth is in outerspace?" "Sam!" "And, it is scientificly possible to actually bring dinosaurs back to life like in 'Jurassic Park'?" Sam joked. He could not hold the urge not to say anything. "Sam, you have a assignment to do," Al stated. "We're not supposed to be here talking about aliens and 'Star Trek' or anything else for that matter other than your assignment." Sam remembered how many times he had to tell Al to get back to business before everything changed, when his friend seemed to ramble on and on about some woman he once knew. Now, Al was telling Sam to be quiet. But because of Sam's rambling on about science-fiction shows, not because of any tales from a once true sexual legacy. He stopped immediately. "That kid you were once talking to, you know the one you signed the shirt for. That was Liam. The person you have to save, and you just let him get away." "Oh, boy!" Sam said miserably. "Al, any idea on how Liam gets killed?" Al took the handlink out of his pocket, pushed a few buttons, and read the tiny screen. "He gets killed in the haunted house. That was where he was headed. And, you should head over there, too, because you only have a half hour before the fire starts." "Good," Sam said relieved. "That's was what Ziggy said my other assignment is. So, I'll just save Liam and leap." Sam watched his friend's eyes study the screen reading information which a moment ago was not there. Al's face looked devastated, even worse than when--in the original history--he was faced again with the earthquake depressing problem of Beth's decision to claim Al dead and marry that "nozzle" lawyer. His eyes looked like they were going to cry buckets of tears, and his face was as miserable looking as if his world had exploded and he was there around with the ashes. "Liam's not the only one you have to save in that fire," he said. "The death toll went up to three. And, the other two victims taken in that fire are my two youngest sons." Monica, (c) Summer, 1997