Chapter Three It was six in the morning on 9/11. Sam had just gotten off the phone. It was the hundred of phones in the World Trade Center and even tried calling the Petagon and the White House, but everybody thought he was insane. Nobody believed him, even though he wished they would. "Patty, I'm going to work now to pick up a few things," Patty said on her way out the door. Al warned Sam to not let her go. "Why Al?" "She works at the Trade Center." "Don't go!" Sam commanded. 'Like why?" "Because I need you here. We're going to leave this morning. Everything's finished right." "She's saved," Al said. "She didn't get killed in the original history, but could have been dead in the crash in this timeline." Al looked out the window and saw his childhood best friend with another teenage girl. He projected himself outside in order to listen in on their conversation. "Davy, I don't want you to move," the sexy looking girl said. Her arms draped around the boy's neck. "I have too, my mom and aunt say so." He brushed his hand against her tight top. "But, we could always say good bye." "Aren't we saying goodbye now?" she asked. "Oh! That's what you mean! David!" She giggled sexily. "Where are you moving too?" she continued. "Far, far away." David knew he was only going to move to another borough, but the Bronx in 1940 - 62 years before the day he was living. "Can I email you? Or visit you?" "No, but we can snail mail. I can send you long passionate letters. Care of the postal service, we can virtually -" He smiled devilishly. They kissed long and hard, his hands feeling up her skirt. Sam knocked on the window for David to stop kissing his flavor of the week, and come inside. It was time to go! * * * * * * * * The Viaggios and Tina gathered in the garage. Patty and Sam sat in the front seat, Sam behind the wheel. The two kids sat in the back, fighting over who got more sitting room. Al and Tina watched over them inside of the playroom next to the garage, only the screen separating her from the car. She wanted to go, but no way could she leave her important job and boyfriend behind. Sam turned the key, and Patty pushed a code into the laptop. In an instant, they were gone in a flash. Epilogue Sam had his eyes closed, but knew he was lying down in the back seat of a car. He felt something heavy on his body. He slowly opened his eyes, and was shocked that a teenage girl was on top of him. He noticed that he had his white T-shirt already off. "Oh, Albert!" the teenager said. She sat up, and started to undo the buttons on her blue blouse. "Oh, boy!" diana beckett (c) June, 2002