Sam looked down and found himself wearing an outfit Al would easily have approved of. It was bright, garish... in short, something Al would wear. That is, if "Al" were short for *Alexandra*. The outfit came complete with a skirt and high heels. He handed the yearbook to the girl with him. "Honestly, Trace, this seems kind of silly, considering how much we see of each other. But it's your senior year... and, besides, I might be famous one day. Think of the money." "Sam's" driver's liscense provided the final clue to his new surroundings. Stallion's spring, New Mexico. His host's address was 8683 New Haven Court (why did that sound so familiar?). His first name was Tracey, he knew, but the last name was-- He didn't get the chance to see, because the yearbook was thrust back at him. Curious, he read the note: "Tracey--These last couple of years have been *totally* crazy, but that, I suppose, is the true charm of them. Remember me always--as if you could forget! Love always, Emily Gayle Calavicci" **Emily *Calavicci*?!** Sam thought. It was probably just a really amazing coincedence. After all, Al didn't have any children, right? "You want to go home now?" Emily asked. Sam nodded. "Sure. Should I drop you off on the way, or are you coming with me?" "I kinda thought I'd go with you." The tone of her voice implied that he should have known better. Suddenly, Sam felt compelled to take out Tracey's wallet and examine the liscense. "Calavicci, Tracey M." So they were sisters. That would explain a few things. Something else in Tracey's purse caught his attention. It was a military I.D. card. Same name, but something was different. The girls' father. Sam chanced a look. "Calavicci, Albert M., Admiral." Tracey and Emily *were* Al's daughters. Oh, God. And he was Tracey. Sam Beckett had just Leaped into his best friend's daughter! "Ohhhhhhhh, boy!!"
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