Chapter 6


	George's room was empty.

	Al stared at the rumpled bed in confusion.  Where was Sam?

	The sound of running water, coming from the head, finally registered.

	"Great," he said, aloud.  No point in waiting around and startling Sam.
He punched a few keys and found himself outside the barracks.

	Al looked at his surroundings, remembering.  He found it wasn't as painful
to recall his tour at Pensacola, as it once was.  Another indication he was
easing his way into his new life; however, there was only so long he could
stand around, looking wistful, in an almost empty parking lot.  If he was
going to take a trip down memory lane, he needed a few familiar faces, or
at least a more populated area.

	He began to punch in a request for Ziggy to center him on himself, when a
better idea came to him.  Ziggy dutifully sent him to the revised location,
without comment.

	The images shifted and Al found himself . . .

	Not where he thought he should be.

	*This isn't the Burn Ward.* It wasn't even the critical care unit.  He was
about to get on Ziggy's case when he looked behind him at the main nurses'

	"Hello, nurse," he murmured, walking up to the desk.

	Sitting at the station, flooded with paperwork, was Beth.

	Al studied the young woman a moment.


	"Yes, Admiral?"

	"Are you . . . transcribing, at the moment?" he asked, hesitantly.

	"No, Admiral.  This function is only employed during your conversations
with Dr. Beckett."

	"Do you know if . . ."  He stopped.  Al was afraid to ask, afraid of the
answer Ziggy would give.  "Do you know if she was *really* happy with Dirk?"

	The computer was silent, and Al knew he wasn't going to like the answer.

	"There was a 65% chance that the Simons would have been divorce by this
time, next year."

	Al looked up at the ceiling, out of habit.  "What do you mean?" he asked
suspiciously, momentarily ignoring the fact that she hadn't answered his

	"Since 1996, I have been monitoring the Simons--"

	"Ziggy!" Al cut her off.  "You shouldn't be doing that!"

	"As I was saying," the computer went on, coolly.  "I have been monitoring
the Simons--"


	"--and determined that they were a happy, well-adjusted, family."

	Al closed his eyes.  He was right.  He didn't like the answer.

	"However," the computer continued, "in the past six months, I have also
determined that, based on email, telephone calls, and unusual credit card
activity, Mr. Simon has been seeing another woman."

	Al's eyes popped open.  He didn't bother correcting the computer's verb
tense.  "What?"

	"It appears that Mr. Simon has been entertaining another woman; a younger
woman, I might add."

	Al was shocked into disbelief.  He stared at the young Beth.  "That
nozzle!" he said outraged.  Al knew he was guilty of infidelity himself, at
least with his former ex-wives and girlfriends.  But not when it came to
Beth.  Al could not fathom being unfaithful to Beth.  From what he could
remember, there was never a need to look elsewhere.  It occurred to him
that Beth herself may have lost interest in Dirk, driving him away.

	"I was gathering data to send to Mrs. Simon, in regards to her husband's
infidelities, Admiral," the computer announced.

	Al's jaw dropped. "Ziggy," he said, breathlessly.

	"I believed that Mrs. Simon would then file for divorce, and thereby be
available for you."

	Al stood, wide-eyed and gaping first at Beth and then up at the ceiling.
"Tell me you didn't."

	"Unfortunately, I had insufficient data at the time, Admiral.  Dr.
Beckett's untimely disappearance from Cokeburg hindered my efforts in
obtaining crucial information."

	Al let his breath out, explosively.  He hadn't realized he had been
holding it.  "Thank God!  Ziggy, that would have been the worse thing to do
to her."

	"I thought you wanted her back, Admiral.  I was trying to be helpful."
Ziggy was obviously upset with him.

	Al gathered his wits.  "I appreciate your efforts, Ziggy, and yes, I
wanted her back, but not that way.  He paused.  "It's a moot point now, but
I don't know if it would've work out.  I mean, picking up after seven years
apart, give or take a few months,  is one thing; but that would have been
over thirty years."  He shook his head. 

	Al's gaze shifted back to the image of the woman he loved.   "And how do
you know if she would have taken me back?"

	* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	"Hi, Sam."

	Sam jumped, startled.  Wearing boxer shorts, socks, and a t-shirt, he
stood in front of George's open wardrobe.  Al had popped in, instead of
using the Door.  He didn't turn around to face his hologram.

	"Sorry, Sam."

	Sam could almost sense, now that he knew Al was in the room, the	Observer
peering over his shoulder.  "Tough choice, huh?"

	The wardrobe was filled, mostly, with uniforms and flight suits.  Several
pairs of tan slacks and a number of shirts (mostly blue), hung at one end.
"Well, Sam, you can rule out the uniforms today.  My closet looked just
like his," Al added.

	"Now I think I understand why you dress the way you do," Sam commented, as
he pulled a pair of pants and one of the blue shirts from the closet.
Closing the wardrobe, he turned to get dressed.

	Al stepped out of his way, and Sam noticed the slightly furrowed eyebrows.
 Al hadn't sounded as upbeat as he had earlier.  Sam frowned.  *Trouble in
paradise already,* Sam thought as he pulled on the slacks.

	"Before you ask," Al started, "everything is well . . .  under control,
back at the project."  He had obviously seen Sam's look, and his tone told
Sam it was also time to get down to business.

	"What do you have on Kelly?"

	"Let's start with some background stuff," Al said, as he began to pace.
"Earlier this year, in July, another nurse was found murdered."  He then
proceeded to fill Sam in on the details of Lenora Dubois' mysterious death.

	"So," Sam said, once Al concluded, "her murder was never solved then?"

	"No.  Both deaths are still a mystery."

	"What about the specifics on Kelly?" Sam asked as he started to make
George's bed.

	"Kelly broke up with her boyfriend Tom Crenshaw, who's also in the Navy,
in August.  A few weeks later, she met a guy named Henry Carson.  He's a

	"Was he ever implemented in her murder?"

	"I was getting to that.  On the night she was killed, she met him in town
at her favorite restaurant.  Kelly preferred to drive, instead of Henry
picking her up." Al sighed.  He looked sad.  "She told me once it gave her
more control in her relationship.  She could come and go, when she wanted,
you know?"

	Sam nodded.  If Kelly did not want to go back to Henry's place, she could
simply come back to the base.  "Did they have dinner?"

	 "Oh, yes.  Plenty of witnesses at the restaurant said they had a pleasant
dinner.  No one heard either of them raise their voice, and several said
they heard them laughing."

	"It wasn't the boyfriend, then?"

	"Well, no.  At least, it couldn't have been.  According to witness at the
restaurant, Henry escorted her to her car, and in the parking lot, he met
an old friend.  The friend invited the couple back to the restaurant for
drinks, but Kelly reportedly declined the invitation.  Henry and his friend
went back in and Kelly headed back to base.  Witnesses say they were at the
bar for several hours,  just shooting the breeze."

	Sam frowned.  "Airtight alibi."


	Sam mulled over the information.  Over the course of leaping, he had
picked up a bit of instincts.  Something about this didn't sit right with
him.  Sam decided to follow a hunch.  "What about her old boyfriend? Why
did they break up?"

	"Kelly told us that Tom had been looking for a position in her father's
company.  When that fell through, he wasn't nearly as nice to her.  He was
renting a house from a Marine friend and she lived out there with him for a
while, but she kept her barracks room, just in case." Al shrugged.  "I
guess she finally decided, enough was enough."

	"Did he beat her?"  Images of his own sister formed in his mind.

	"No, thank God."

	"Do you think he tried to get her back?"

	"Ah, no.  In fact, he told the investigation that he had found a new
girlfriend, a local girl."

	"What happens to Tom, after all this?"  The fact that Tom had been
interested in Kelly for purely mercenary reasons, bothered Sam.

	"He dies in a house fire in March 1961."

	"How did she die?"

	The look of sorrow that came over his friend's face, caught at Sam's
heart.  It was apparent that Kelly meant a great deal to him, if only on a
platonic level.  "She was  . . . strangled, Sam," came the quiet reply.

	Sam needed more information, but Al wasn't ready to continue.  Sam had
finished George's bed, so he disappeared into the bathroom, giving Al some
space.  He closed the small bathroom window, which he had opened earlier to
let the steam out, and wiped down the sink basin and shower stall.  When he
returned, Al had regained his composure, but still looked sad.

	"We'll save her, Al," he told him, confidently.

	Al took a deep breath and said, "She was found behind Bob's Diner.  It
used to be an all- night place, but he wasn't making any money, so he
changed the hours to 0200 to 1700.  Strange, I know, but those were his
best hours."

	"And no one saw anything?"

	"Well, the diner sits on a side road and there's very little traffic down
that road after five."

	Sam sighed.  This wasn't going to be easy.  "Is there anything else to go

	Al shook his head sadly.  "No.  The investigators combed the crime scene,
trying to find clues."

	They remained silent for a moment, each lost in his own thoughts.  Sam
broke the silence.  "So, what does Ziggy suggest now?"

	"Well in this case, Tina suggested you double-date."  Al looked down at
the handlink.  "According to Henry's statement, she calls him at 1300 hrs
and they make a date for tonight."

	"So," Sam interjected, walking over to where Al stood, "I basically have
to convince her and her boyfriend to go with me and . . ."

	"Janet Thomas," Al supplied.

	"Instead of going alone," he finished.

	"So, if it *was* random," Al said, sounding hopeful, "she won't be at the
same place, at the same time tonight, and you'll leap out. *After* the
date, because I doubt George would go through with it."

	"And if it wasn't random?"

	Al looked into Sam's eyes.  "I don't know why anyone would want to kill
her, Sam.  She was sweet, beautiful, funny, kind.  Her family was rich, but
George's family is wealthier, and you'd have to know her personally to know
she came from money."

	"Where is she, right now?"

	"At work."

	Sam went over to the desk and starting searching the drawers for George's
car keys.  "I'll go over right now and talk to her."

	"Ah, Sam, you can't do that."

	"Why not?"

	"Two reasons.  First, she's a nurse.  She's busy, Sam.  She takes her
lunch break at noon.  Second, you've got to go see JP."

	"Who's JP?"

	"George's grandfather.  He's staying at Admiral Johnson's house.  Every
day, George spends the morning with JP.  Then, while JP takes a nap, George
goes out for lunch and runs errands.  He comes back to the admiral's house
and spends the early evening with JP.  Sometimes he even stays for dinner."

	Sam stared at Al, nonplused.  "And what does he do while he's with his

	Al shrugged.  "Talk.  Listen to his old war stories.  Reads to him.  Oh,
and the stories are the best, Sam."

	"I'll die of boredom."

	"No, you won't, Sam.  If you can get him to tell you the stories about his
youth, I'll guarantee you won't be bored."

	 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	"Good morning, George."

	Al looked over at Sam.  "Say, ‘Good morning, Grandfather'."

	Sam complied and Al turned his attention back to JP.  The old man was
sitting up in a full- size bed.  Al smiled fondly, remembering the good
times he had spent with the old sea dog.  On one of those rolling hospital
tables beside the bed was an arrangement of photos.  Sam took a seat next
to the bed and Al positioned himself across from Sam, on the other side.

	While Al was repositioning himself, he noticed Sam glancing at the photos
on the table.  A look of surprise crossed Sam's face.  The look did not
escape the notice of the other two men.

	"What?" both said in unison.

	"I, ah, I, ah, was wondering . . . "

	While Sam stuttered, Al walked through the bed to get a better look at the
pictures.  There was a picture of Adam, a pair of little twin boys (Adam
and his twin, Al could never remember his name), George, Al, Lady Catherine
(who Al momentarily mistook as Hope), and Beth.

	*Beth? * Al was surprised as Sam.

	"Well?" JP demanded of his ‘grandson'.

	"I, ah, I can't remember," Sam threw a panicked look at Al, who had
repositioned himself, again.  "If I asked you why you had a picture of
Beth.  I was just wondering."

	*So am I,* Al thought.  Adam *swore* George was the only person he ever
told about his indiscretion with Betty Townsend.  Al blinked.  He actually
remembered that conversation.

	"She reminds me of my Catherine, that's why," JP was saying.

	Before Sam could open his mouth and ask, "Who's Catherine?", Al spoke up.
"She's your, er, George's grandmother, Sam."  Al pointed to the oldest
picture.  "That's her, right there."

	Sam leaned closer and looked from Beth to Catherine.  Decades, continents,
and upbringing separated the two women, but now that Al knew what to look
for, he could see a family resemblance.  He just hoped Sam didn't.

	JP moved Beth's picture and Al once again moved around to see.  JP had
placed her picture between Al and George.

	"They make a handsome couple, don't they?" JP commented, looking pointedly
at ‘George'.

	Al became uneasy and Sam actually squirmed in his seat.

	"Who?" Sam asked.

	"Well, who do you think?  Granted, I wouldn't mind if *you* managed to win
her over, but I've seen Al with her and I doubt you'd come through with
your nose in one piece."

	Sam grinned.  "You're right."

	Al began to relax.

	The maid came in just then, with Sam's breakfast and the morning paper.
She handed the paper to JP.

	"Hey, Gushie?" Al called out.  Sam looked at him inquiringly.

	"Yes, Admiral?"

	"Would you get a chair for me, please?"

	"Right away, sir."

	Sam went back to his breakfast.  JP, oblivious to Al's presence, read the
paper and make the occasional observation to Sam.

	Al sat down, once Gushie had positioned it behind him.  Sam was giving him
an odd look.  *Probably wondering, if everything is wonderful back at the
project, why am I hanging around here watching him be bored.* "I like the
old guy," Al explained.  "I miss him sometimes."

	Sam gave him a look of understanding.  Sam, after all, knew he never met
his own grandfathers, and JP had filled that gap.

	Al turned his attention back to Beth.  He punched in a request and Ziggy,
via the handlink this time, informed him that his wife was still sleeping
peacefully, that there was no update of the girls' arrival, and that George
was still causing headaches for Beeks.

	As usual, Ziggy had given him more information than he asked for.

	Al gave Ziggy another request and, while he waited for her to download the
information, he saw JP hand a copy of *A Tale of Two Cities* to Sam.  JP
requested that he read it aloud.

	While Sam began reading about the best and worst of times, Al reread the
statement he gave after Kelly's death.  There wasn't much to it.  He knew
very little about Henry and their relationship to point an accusing finger
at the man.  Sam's interest in Tom made Al read over the statement Tom had
made, too.

	After their break up, Tom had immediately taken up with a local girl and
seemingly forgot all about the existence of Kelly.  Almost as quick, Kelly
met Henry.  According to Henry's statement and what Al could remember
hearing from Beth (who got it from Kelly, of course), the couple met,
accidently, in a local bookstore.  A chance meeting.

	Al queried for background information on Henry and nearly fell out of his
chair when he read the whole thing.  Henry worked in sales at an
electronics company.  The day after Elections, he  was found murdered,
execution-style,  in Miami.

	*Too coincidental,* Al thought.  Lenora's boyfriend was found in the same
condition.  Al sent another request for the computer to find all
similarities between the two cases.

	Another idea occurred to him as he glanced up at Sam.  Tom Crenshaw had
died, too.  Just to be on the safe side, he had Ziggy pull up the case
involving the fire.  Al couldn't remember much about it.  He was at sea at
the time, and by the time he returned, he was too busy preparing for his
wedding.  He couldn't remember if it was arson or accidental.

	The investigation was inconclusive, and was declared ‘accidental'.  The
Marine who owned the house had filed a lawsuit against the Crenshaws for
damages, who in turn filed one against him for negligence.  It was settled
out of court.

	Ziggy came back with the similarities.  Most of them were the obvious
ones: both nurses had civilian boyfriends who were later found murdered.
Kelly and Henry did not frequent the same places Lenora and her boyfriend
had; therefore, Ziggy could not connect them to the same people, other then
the military personnel at Pensacola.  Neither had been raped and all the
possessions they carried, or wore, that evening was still on them.
Lenora's purse was found, untouched on the pier, Kelly's was still on the
passenger seat.

	There were so many unanswered questions.  If it was a random killing, then
Sam was guaranteed to be successful tonight.  If it was something more
sinister, like a mob killing, Sam was going to have his hands full trying
to keep her safe.  Ziggy refused to offer any odds on this or if Tom's
death was linked to the others.

	Al looked over at JP and noticed he was dozing.  Al looked at the clock.
It was 1130.  "Sam, I think we should head on over to the hospital.  I'll
meet you outside."

	 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	Sam crossed over to where the hologram paced by George's car.  "You didn't
have to rush out like that."

	"Don't whine, Sam.  I wanted to talk to Ziggy."

	Sam climbed into the passenger seat.  "What about?"

	"I am having her check all the deaths, accidental or suicide, of nurses in
a 900-mile radius over the course of ten years, starting with 1956."

	Sam glanced at his friend.  He looked grim.  "Isn't that a bit excessive?"
Sam asked.

	"No.  Ziggy hasn't come up with a scenario or projection that does us any
good.  I am running down every possibility."

	"What was that you were doing earlier?"

	"I had Ziggy give me every police report and statement that might provide
us with clues.  I found something interesting about Henry."

	Al filled him in on what he had found.  "So," Sam asked, once he was
finished. "You think it might be mob related?"

	"It's just a possibility, Sam.  First, let's eliminate the possibility of
a random act."

	"I've been thinking about that, Al.  It's too neat, too clean."  The added
information about Kelly's purse and the fact she was not raped, made things
too perfect in Sam's mind.  Sam was absolutely convinced it was *not*
random.  He couldn't come right out and say it to Al, knowing she meant
something to him.

	Al sighed and was quiet for a moment.  "What about a stalker, Sam?"  There
was a small note of hope in his voice.

	Sam nodded, eyes on the road.  "There's that.  I mean, the person didn't
necessarily have to know her, just her habits." *Though, I'm still not
convinced it's that either, Al.* A stalker might have at least raped her.

	Sam pulled into the parking lot.

	"I should warn you.  Beth's sitting at the main station."

	"How do you know?"

	"I came here while you were showering, Sam."

	*Of course.*

	Sam face lit up as he walked through the main door and saw Beth.  He
resisted the urge to run up to her and give her a big hug.  Another
familiar face, in a world filled with strangers.  He wasn't so
swissed-cheesed that he couldn't remember her from the new time line.  She
wasn't just the grieving nurse at the lookout anymore:  she was a wife and
mother, and a friend.   "Beth!"

	"Remember, Sam.  She can only see George!"

	The nurse looked up and smiled at him.  "Hello, George.  Have you seen Al
yet, today?"

	"I'm right here, sweetheart," the hologram told her, as he stood next to her.

	Sam bit back a smile.  "Not yet.  I was wondering where I might find Kelly."

	"Kelly?" She asked, standing.

	"I could've told you that, Sam."

	"Yeah," Sam said, ignoring the hologram.  "I wanted to see if she would
like to go out tonight."

	Beth's eyes grew wide.

	"Bad word choice, Sam."

	"I meant," Sam said quickly, "on a double date with . . . "

	"Janet!  Geez, Sam, it's not that hard of a name to remember."

	"Janet and me.  Of course, Janet doesn't know about it either, so I should
tell her first."  He glanced over at Al, who looked like he was trying to
remember something.  Beth was still looking at Sam as if she found him odd.

	An idea came to him.  "Why don't you come along with us, Beth?"

	"Hey! What about me?" Al demanded, indignant.

	The young nurse blushed. "What about Al?"

	"I love it when she blushes," Al said, wistfully.  "You know, she still
blushes, even after all these years of marriage."

	Sam continued to ignore him.  "Well, you can bring him along if you want,"
Sam said, grinning.

	"Thanks a lot, Sam."

	Beth laughed.  "Where?"

	"I, ah, don't know yet.  You see, it's a spur-of-the-moment-type thing.  I
was going to plan it over lunch with Kelly and . . .  and . . . "

	"Janet." Al supplied, drily.


	Beth frowned and Sam knew he better make his escape before she had him
admitted into the hospital for study.  "Well, let me go catch them at
lunch.  See you later."

	Sam backed away from the station and headed down the corridor.  
Al didn't follow.

	"Ah, Sam," Al called after him, "You're going the wrong way."

	Once Sam caught up with Al, he whispered, "Well, at least she's not crying
this time."

	Al looked at him. "What do you mean?"

	"Well," Sam explained, keeping an eye out for staff and patients.  "When I
was Jake, she cried in my arms.  When I told her you were alive and coming
home, she cried again."

	"That reminds me.  She said she didn't remember being told about me."

	"She won't."

	"Why not?"

	But Sam couldn't continue the conversation; there were too many people
	They entered the cafeteria.

	"They're both here," Al announced.  He pointed to the blonde 
nurse.  "That's Janet.  It's been a few years since I've seen her.  Well,
on the old time line."

	Sam was more interested in the redhead sitting across from her.  She
reminded him a little of his own sister-in-law, Colleen, but Kelly had
short, curly hair.  Colleen's was long.

	He approached their table.  Both looked up startled.

	"Hi, Janet. Hi, Colleen.  I mean, Kelly."

	"Now you can't remember *her* name."

	Neither woman seemed surprised at the slip up.  They were still 
a little taken aback by his presence.

	"May I join you?"

	Janet recovered first.  "Of course, George."

	Sam sat down.  He got right to the point.  "Janet, Kelly, I was thinking
it would be nice to go on a double-date, tonight."

	Both looked at him and then at each other.  Janet looked especially
surprised.  "This is sudden.  I thought you said you didn't want to go out

	"I, ah, thought it over."  He looked up at Al, who shrugged.

	"Well, this doesn't give me a whole lot of time to get my hair 
done or anything," Janet said.

	Sam could hear the handlink chirping at Al.  "Sam, I've got an idea.  Tell
her you're going to Gino's Pizzeria."

	"Well, I was thinking, that . . .  because I changed my mind  . . . we
would just go up to Gino's.  Nothing fancy.  Just get off base for the

	Janet looked mollified.  "Oh. Ok."

	He turned to Kelly.  "Do you think your boyfriend would mind?"

	"Well, I don't know . . . " Kelly looked uncertain.

	"Sam, you're not convincing her very much.  Odds aren't dropping."  There
was a note of panic in his voice.

	Before Sam could speak, the handlink squawked, and he knew without
looking, that the younger Al had just entered the cafeteria.  He remembered
that he invited the couple.  "Oh and I invited Al and Beth."

	Kelly's face lit up.  "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?"

	"Sam, tell her you're picking up the tab on this date.  That's enough to
convince anyone's boyfriend."

	"And it's my treat," he added.

	"What's your treat?" a slightly, gravelly voice asked.

	Sam turned around.  Standing behind him, was Al and Beth.

	"George is treating us all to Gino's tonight, Al," the redhead told him as
the couple moved to the other side of the table.  Beth sat down at the
empty place.  Al dragged another chair over and sat next to her.

	"So I've heard," the pilot said, looking at Beth.

	"Are you coming?" Sam asked him.  Sam glanced up at the Observer.  Al
seemed to be waiting for his younger self to answer.  Kelly, too, was
interested in what Al would say.

	"It's up to Beth."

	The Observer looked happy with that answer.  "Beth?" Sam said to the nurse.

	Beth toyed with her lunch for a second.  "Well, we haven't been there in
awhile.  Not since Gino put those pool tables in."

	"You said you wanted me to teach you to shoot pool," the pilot 
reminded her.

	She smiled.  "That's right, I did."  She turned to Sam.  "Sure, we'll go."

	"And so will we," Kelly added.

	The Observer looked relieved and he started punching up data.  "Ok.  The
six of you go to Gino's tonight.  I don't remember any of this, so don't
ask."  He was silent for a moment, waiting for the revised figures.  Sam
had to drop his eyes because the pilot across from him was giving him odd

	"Damn!  She still dies, Sam!"

	Sam wanted to ask him questions, but bit his tongue to keep from asking
them.  He also kept from looking at him.  Sam knew that Kelly's death could
no longer be considered random.  Someone knew where she would be that night
and followed her.

	"Kelly, would you do me a small favor?"

	Kelly looked at him.  "What?"

	"Why don't you let me do the driving tonight?  Sort of a designated
driver.  I'll bring you home whenever you want to leave, no questions asked."

	This earned him the strangest looks from his companions.  The younger Al's
eyebrow was arched and he was looking at him suspiciously.  Sam wished
there was a way he could tell him that he was concerned for Kelly's safety.
 Janet did not look pleased.

	The Observer, of course, was frantically pushing buttons and ignoring Sam.

	"I don't know about that," Kelly stated.

	"Please?"  It came out sounding like a beg.

	"You know, Kelly," the pilot said, catching Sam's eye, and turning on the
Calavicci charm.  "I was just thinking.  Maybe I'll let George do the
driving, too.  There's room for five in his car.  How about it?"

	Sam glanced at the Observer, who finally looked over at the group.  "You
want to bet she says yes?" he said to Sam.

	Sam looked from Beth to Kelly and back to the pilot.  Beth was puzzled,
but not in the least put out.  Kelly looked a little 

	"Well . . . "

	"Just this once."

	Kelly sighed.  "Ok, Al.  Just this once."

	"Thanks, sweetheart."

	"Told you," the hologram smirked.

	Sam sighed.  "Then it's settled.  Don't forget to tell your boyfriend that
the dates on me," he said getting up.  "I've got to get back to JP.  I'll
see you all later."  He bent down and gave Janet a kiss on the cheek.  She
looked startled.

	"What time?  I have to tell Henry something."

	"1900 hours," the Observer prompted.

	Sam repeated the time and started toward the door.

	"George, wait up."

	The pilot followed him.  Once they were out of earshot, the pilot turned
to him.  "What was that all about?"

	"Don't ask.  You wouldn't believe me anyway."

	"You looked worried about her.  I figured you had to have a reason for
begging her not to drive," the younger man pressed.

	"Al, you won't believe me.  Trust me."

	The pilot glared at him.  "How do you know?"

	"If I told you I knew she was going to die tonight, if she drove, what
would you say?"

	"Sam," the Observer warned.

	"I'd want to know how she died."

	"Not, how I knew?"

	"Well, there's that," the pilot admitted.

	"Al, trust me on this, ok?"

	The younger man looked him in the eyes.  His brows furrowed.  Sam wondered
if he was able to remember Marci and Lisa.  An idea came to him.  "Chip
told me about what happened at North Island, around your birthday in 1957.
He said you wouldn't let him out of your sight until dawn Sunday, because
you were worried about him.  It's sort of the same thing."

	He glanced at the Observer, who nodded.  Sam was following the right lead.

	The pilot sighed.  "Ok.  I'll trust you.  You're worried about Kelly, and
I can appreciate that."

	"Thank you."

	The pilot went back to the cafeteria.

	"Well," Sam said to Al, looking around for eavesdroppers, "what's Ziggy say."

	"It's coming up now," Al said absently.  "You did it.  She doesn't die
tonight, Sam."

	"What happens to her now?"  Sam always wanted to know what became of the
people helped.

	Sam watched the color drain from Al's face as he read the data from the
handlink.  Sam felt his mouth go dry.

	"Sam, Kelly is found strangled, behind Bob's diner, next weekend."