CHAPTER ELEVEN The observer walked from the Dining Room door through the Salon to the top of the stairs in the Hall, down the stairs, and through the darkened corridors, the sound of laughter and chattering grew louder as he neared the Entrance Hall, then all became suddenly quiet. Standing near the open Entrance was a overwhelmingly large figure in an Officer's Uniform. The observer stood and listened. "What are you doing here Colonel Yakov Yurovsky?" The guard was astonished at the presence of this officer. "I am replacing Cheef Avdief of his Command, I have some of my men outside for the relief duty, my Officer will inform them as to their new instructions under my command." Yakov Yurovsky summoned his men into the Entrance Hall. Observer looked on dismayed at what he heard and saw, "Ziggy, give me all the data you have on Yakov Yurovsky and quickly." The hand-link spluttered into life. The observer looked at the hand-link in wonder. "The executioner, God Sam, he's here already. Give me the time Ziggy." The observer pushed a button on the hand-link. "Oh Lordy, 11:35pm. Stay there Sam, I'm coming." The observer made his way back up to the Dining room. Sam sat on a chair at the side of the table, as the observer entered apprehensively. Sam looked up at his friend as he rushed up to him. "Sam he's here, the executioner's here." "What are we going to do Al, hide in the dresser." Sam pointed to the small cupboards in the dresser. "I dunno, jump outta the window, make a run for it. You can't just let them take you down to that cellar and shoot you like a dog." "Al, if I'm gonna die now, I'd sooner do it with some dignity than be shot in the back as a coward." The hand-link beeped and chirped, the observer looked at it. "How do I look Sam?" "You-you're back to normal, why?" "I wanted to check, see if the program's working." The observer attempted to knock on the table, but his hand still went through it. "What yer doing Al?" "Oh Sam, just thought it...... It doesn't matter." The observer shook his head, disappointed. The hand-link beeped and chirped again, the observer looked at it. "Ethos is in the Control Room, we just might make it, I'll just go back...." The observer turned as if to leave. Sam desperately interrupted, "Al don't you go back there, I don't wanna die alone." The observer turned back to his friend, concern in his voice, "You're not gonna die Sam, you can't, I wont let you." "Then tell me how we're gonna stop this?" The observer turned his back on his companion. "Somethin'll turn up, you'll see." "Always the optimist aren't you Al." "Well it worked for me in Vietnam." Suddenly the Salon door crashed open, Yakov Yurovsky entered the Dining Room. Visibly armed guards wait outside the open door. Yurovsky marched across the floor to the room where the three servants were sleeping, opening the door blatantly. The observer cautioned, "He's Yakov Yurovsky, the leader Sam." Yurovsky intruded the servants room, "Get up, you are to have some photographs taken. Wake up the family, then come with me." Yurovsky emerged into the Dining Room along with the three servants. The three nervous servants rush to the door of the Duchesses' room and go inside. It's starting Sam. The observer's distressed expression startled Sam, "What, erm, " Yurovsky turned to Sam, he then turned away from him and whispered to his friend, " what can I do? I can't do anything Al, there are armed guards everywhere." "Try and think of something Sam, and quickly." Sam was quietly anxious, "What?" "I dunno, I can't think straight?" The three servants nervously reenter followed by the Imperial Family. Yurovsky stood proudly, his voice deep and gravely, "You are all to have your photographs taken to assure the magistrate, NikolaEF Sokolov of your present condition. You will all now, follow me." Yurovsky turned to leave, everyone silently followed, Jemmy cradled in Anastasia's arms. "Sam, you're not going to have your photographs taken, it's just a ploy to get you all down there. You're his prisoners, he's leading everyone into the Cellar, to the execution chamber." The observer pressed a button on the hand-link, "Ziggy tell Ethos to get here, like yesterday." The guards mingled with the prisoners as Yurovsky crossed the Salon towards the Hall. They all follow him as he lead them down the stairs. Yurovsky lead them through dark empty corridors, through archways and doorways finally turning left into the Cellar. Yurovsky entered with his prisoners behind. The observer again pressed a button on the hand-link, "Ziggy, where's the hell's Ethos?" There was no response. Yurovsky pointed to a wall opposite the doorway, "Please line up here while I fetch the photographer," he left the Cellar. Three guards remained the rest followed Yurovsky. The prisoners continued to wait. Alexandra noticed that Alexei was about to collapse, "This waiting is exhausting could we have some chairs." Sam, concerned of the child's fragile condition started to rush over to assist Alexei, a guard pushed Sam with the muzzle of his riffle, "Get back, leave him." A guard brought in three chairs. Alexandra and Alexei sat in two of them. Suddenly Yurovsky reentered the cellar with seven more guards. Yurovsky stood and faced the prisoners. "Nicholas, Alexandra, your friends have tried to save you but they did not succeed and we are obliged to put you to death." Alexandra and Olga crossed themselves. Nicholas disbelieving the words responded, "What?" The observers eyes were wide with trepidation, "Sam, have you thought of anything yet?" Sam shook his head and looked apprehensively to his companion for help. Yurovsky, raised his arm, his Nagan gun already drawn, shot Nicholas in the head, he fell dead. This was the signal for the Bolshevik guards to open fire. Each guard had his own target. The observer screamed, "I can't help you Sam, leap Sam, leap." Bullets ricochet from the bodices of the Duchesses', the diamonds and jewels they had sewn into their bodices served as body armor. Alexandra with pearls sewn into her bodice died instantly as did Olga. The yelping Jemmy died in Anastasia's arms, and fell to the ground as she was shot in the shoulder. Alexei lie wounded on the ground Yurovsky shot him in the head. The observer noticed that Tschaikovsky had not fired his weapon. A bright blue light enveloped Sam, and Dr. Botkin returned as a ricocheting bullet entered his scull. The observer breathed a sigh of relief, Sam had leapt. Suddenly another flash of blue light surrounded Anastasia and her form changed into that of Sam. The observer shrieked, "No! Sam! Go back! Sam no-o-o-o-o-o-o-?" The observer ran around the Cellar his arms whipping the air desperately trying to stop the guards firing. The guards start to panic, reloading and firing frantically at everything. More bullets ricochet from the Duchesses' and Sam. They ping around the walls of the Cellar. . The observer watched in horror at this massacre. . Sam, two of the Duchesses' and a servant were still alive, groaning on the ground. Out of bullets, the guards start stabbing them with blunt, rusty bayonets, scattering the jewels across the bloody floor. One-by-one they fall, a bayonet pierced Sam's heart. Yurovsky examined each body adding an extra bullet if he thought they were alive, eventually he was satisfied with the task and left the Cellar, the guards followed. The terrified observer erratically pushed buttons on the hand-link. "Ziggy, Who's in the waiting room?" He desperately looked at the hand-link. Finally the hand-link beeped and chirped, he mouthed the word,. "Anastasia." He looked at his friend and stared unbelieving at Sam's broken body on the ground. As the horrified observer watched, Sam's body slowly disappeared, and was replaced by Anastasia. Tschaikovsky reentered the Cellar. A blue, white light surrounded Tschaikovsky, bright blue electric waves quivered his body. As the blue, white light faded the observer saw Sam, unmarked and full of vitality. Sam quickly moved towards Anastasia. The look on the observer's face was that of elation, "Sam... You're alive." Sam turned to face the observer. "Erm, yes, I think am." He raced over to Anastasia. "She's still alive Al, she's unconscious but she'll be okay, I've just gotta get her outta here and dress these wounds." The observer was unmistakably relieved, "I thought you were a gonna there pal." Sam sighed deeply, "I thought so too." Sam lifted Anastasia into his arms and carried her out of the cellar. The two friends could hear cheering from the Entrance Hall as the guards celebrated. Sam carried Anastasia out onto the Terrace, down the steps into the grounds, disappearing round the corner of the building through the gap in the fence. The observer watched as Sam disappeared into the night carrying Anastasia. The observer touched a button on the hand-link, "Ziggy, centre me in on Sam." the observer disappeared. He stood in front of Ipatiev House. The streets were deserted. He saw Sam, carrying Anastasia,. He was just disappearing round a corner. The observer soon caught up with Sam. "Sam, this way, round here all the guards have gone." Sam was breathing hard, "Phew Al, that was a close one. Which way now?" "Through here, down this alley." A blue, white light took over again. Sam was gone, replaced by Tschaikovsky. The observer stood as Tschaikovsky disappeared from view, "Aw, where you gone now Sam." He pushed a button on the hand-link. "Ziggy, do you have a location for Sam?" The observer waited for the reply, he could not believe his eyes. "Oh...my...God?" Another press of the hand-link and the observer vanished. The Imaging Chamber door opened and Al stepped into the Control Room, Sammi Jo and Beth trotted towards him. Ethos remained in the background, sensing that his attention was not required. Al looked about him, "Well... Where is he?" Beth looked surprised, "Who?" "Sam of course." Beth pointed towards the Accelerator Chamber. Al turned towards it. Sam, looking dazed, sauntered into the Control Room wearing a white Fermi-suit. Al's face changed suddenly, "Sam?" As soon as he saw Al, he smiled in recognition and hurried straight towards him. "Al!" The two companions hugged. Suddenly Sam pulled back, "What happened to Anastasia? Is she alive?" Al looked at the hand-link. "Yeah you've changed the original history, originally she died with the rest of the family. Now she went with Tschaikovsky. Somehow they got out of Russia, and they were married six month's later in Romania." Ziggy chimed in, "Doctor Beckett, according to the records, Anastasia changed her name to Anna Anderson. When Tschaikovsky died in 1920, she searched out a relation in Berlin, she re-married in 1969 and died of pneumonia in 1984. A DNA test was carried out in the 1990s, this confirmed that Anna Anderson was not Anastasia, but it was reported later, that the tissue samples taken, were not from Anna Anderson." Beth and Sammi Jo joined Sam and Al, they all embraced. The Imaging Chamber door 'whooshed' open, they all turned to look, still holding on to each other. A figure, clad in glowing white robes loomed in the entrance. "Sam Beckett. You have shown that you were willing to sacrifice your own life for another..... You have fulfilled the arduous tasks that have been set before you. You are home Sam Beckett, you may do as you please with your life with His blessing..... Safe in the knowledge that home will always be waiting, when-ever or where-ever you may travel." The figure bowed, turned in the doorway and faded from view the door 'whooshed' closed. Al placed an arm around Sam's neck, "I still can't believe you're home." Sam stepped back from Al and looked about him, smiling. "Home." A tear fell from Sam's eye another rolled down his cheek. Ethos did not interrupt this sentimental reunion. He had plans for Doctor Beckett, but he had plenty of time. Time was of no importance to him. He had all the time in the universe. He could wait. T H E E N D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~