Peekskill, New York August 16, 1942 4:15 "Anything else I need to know?" Sam asked of Al. "Well, your in Peekskill, New York, and the date is August 16,1942." Al said waiting for Samís reaction. "1942? That is past 1953. How did I get this far back?" Sam was pretty calm compared to how he acts sometimes. "Well, Ziggy says it happened during a previous leap." Al didnít want him to remember the simo-leap for fear that he would remember he had a wife named Donna Elesse-Beckett. If he remembered Donna, he might not be able to finish his job, due to his conscience. "Let me guess, part of the donít ask, donít tell rule?" Sam had sarcasm in his voice. "Afraid so. Ah, Listen Sam, Iím going back to find all I can find on my mother. Donít you try to make a move on my mom!" "Very funny, Al" Sam said as the door of light closed. "I never saw", Sam Beckett said in his head, "How slowly time moves. To mean time really means not much. Leaping around, there is no definite year. Could be 1956, 1985, 1962 or even 1862. There was no definite time. But right now, Boy oh boy am I fearing time." It had only been Ten minutes or so, since Sam found out he had to meet Alís father, From what Al could tell Sam about him, Jacobís small defenseless body wouldnít stand a chance against the mass of the construction worker Vincent Calavicci. Sam waited with Marie, Making conversation, trying to acquire as much information as he could about this her life and this leap. He found out that she had been married to Vincent for five years now, and already, he started ignoring her. He was always out late, having a few beers with ĎThe guysí. He never spent any time with her any more. The kids were driving her crazy. Al was always starting fights with Trudy, and Trudy was always in some sort of trouble, that Marie was near a nervous brake down. At around 6:57, Marie looked at the clock, and jumped up swearing in Russian. She started running around the house, obviously scared to death about something. "Jacob!" she yelled. "You got to leave, now!" "Why?" Sam asked. "Because," She said. "Vincent will be home any second! If he finds you, he kill. I mean it!" "Maybe, Itís time we told him." Sam hoped he said it low enough so, Marie would not hear the dread in his voice. "What? Tell him what? Oh. no! Your not considering telling him about us are you? I thought we were going to run away together? Aw, Jacob! You always say weíll be leaving soon, but we never do! Jacob, Iím tired of this life. I want to live a new one." "Since when, can someone just get a new life? You can only change your old one." "Change? You know Vincent hates change. If I did try to change my life, I want to live it without Vincent. I want to live it with you!" "What about Al and Trudy? Are you just going to leave them? Who will take care of them?" "Well....I..." Marie knew she had no answer for this. "What about Vincent? Canít he take care of them?" "What about days? Who will watch them while heís at work? How do you think theyíll feel about the mother that will leave them?" "Sam, hide!!!" Al voice came from the side of Sam. "My father, heís home and now Ziggy predicts a 99.99% chance, that if he finds you, he kills you." Sam then looked around fast, and found an open window. Then he ran straight for it. "Jacob? What? No, donít itís a ......." Marie said just as Sam jumped out the window. "Pricker bush!" Just than A short dark skinned man walked in, wearing blue jeans and a gray muscle shirt. If Sam didnít know any better, heíd swore that was Admiral Calavicci, himself. The man, went into what Sam had found out, was the bedroom, lied down, and went to sleep. Meanwhile, down in the pricker bushes, Dr. Sam Beckett Sits in the bush, his hand over his mouth, and tears in his eyes, as the intense pain of the prickers steeps into Sam body. HE knows if he screams, heís dead. He slowly, with great pain, gets up and finds Al waiting. "Have a nice fall, Sam?" Al had the old smirk on his face. "Enough, Al!" Sam was furious. "If Iím not here to meet your father, than why, may I ask., am I here? "Well, you see, thatís the funny part. Ziggy admitted for once that she was wrong. I love that! That spoiled spare part of an air conditioner finally admitted that she was wrong.." Al was enjoying every bit about Ziggyís admittance. "Thatís all fine and good, Al, but what about my job? Why am I here?" Sam Still needed his questions to be answered. "Well," Al, said looking towards the hand link, that was patched directly into Ziggyís main computer. "Ziggy now says you still have to take my mother away, like Jacob did, but you need to make write a note to me and Trudy, explaining why she had to leave and how she loves us, and all that junk." Al still had resentfulness in his voice. "What will it do, and what are the chances?" Sam always went straight to the point. "Ziggy predicts a 99.245% chance that if she rights the letter, I wont be so bitter towards her. I, personally, doubt it will work. No note, no matter how super sappy it is, can ever explain why she would leave her own children." "Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow. Where do I sleep?" Sam had no idea where Jacob lived while he was in Peekskill. Al pointed down the street and said, "Walk down for about 75 meters, than youíll reach a motel called 'Harpsonís motel' your room is #482. Your key should be in your coat pocket. Sam, if you donít mind. I gonna go see my mother. Even though I hate her, I still kinda miss her." "Okay, I was gonna sleep any way. But be careful! Remember, Trudy can see you, and we still havenít tested the effects on us seeing our younger selves, so young Al may see you also." Sam gave Al the warning. "Donít worry. Iíll be careful!." Al said And so both men, went their own ways. They would met together the next day, to try and save the spiritual life of Admiral Albert Calavicci.