"Somewhere in the Night"


As the general disorientation from the Leap faded, 
Sam took a look around. A teenager was looking at him 

"I'm sorry," he said.  "What was it you wanted?"

"Tra-cee," the girl sighed.  "You amaze me with your perception
sometimes--or lack thereof.  Do you want me to sign the book
or don't you?"

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.

**No!** Sam thought, somewhat despairingly.  **Not the heels!**
Being a woman, he could deal with (sad as it seemed to say).
But *not* the heels!

He also noticed that he had a yearbook in one hand.  The cover
read, "The Future Is Ours, Stallion's Spring High School, 1995."
At least he had a general idea as to the time.  Was he,
by any pure stroke of luck, also in Stallion's Spring, *New

While pondering this, he handed the girl the annual.  She flipped
to the back, while talking to 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."

She pulled out a pen, and began to write.  Sam looked around for
a sign--any sign--that he was indeed in New Mexico, circa 1995.
"His" driver's liscense provided the final clue.  Yes!
Now if only it were the right time of year...sometime *before*
May 12, if memory served (and it usually didn't).  The 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--" it read.  "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 <3"

**Emily *Calavicci*?!** Sam thought.  It was odd, but probably 
just a really amazing coincedence.  After all, Al didn't have
any children, right?  *Right*?

**Ah, damn my Swiss-cheese memory!**

"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?"

Most of her reply came from a quizzical expression.  "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 (most likely) sisters.  That would explain a few things.
Something else in Tracey's purse caught his attention, though.
He pulled it out.  It was a military I.D. card.  Same name,
same hating-the-phtograph exression, but something was
different.  "Sponsor's name and rank."  The girls' father
(or mother), probably.  Sam chanced a look.

"Calavicci, Albert M., Admiral."

That cinched it.  Tracey and Emily were Al's daughters.
Al's *daughters*!  Oh, God.  And he was Tracey.

Sam Beckett had just Leaped into his best friend's

"Ohhhhhhhh, boy!!"