"No, Sam. I don't think you're here for a vacation," he said gently. "I know that," said Sam with exaggerated patience. "I'm just telling you what she said." "What 'she'?" asked Al cautiously. "That girl. Didn't you see her? The librarian. She called me Dr Beckett, too. For a second I almost thought I was... It was odd, she knew all about the Project. She said she'd be back soon. She went down there." He waved a vague hand. Al looked around. There was no-one in sight. As he finally noticed where they were, a frown creased his forehead as something about the place stirred faint memories. Not quite grasping the tendril of thought, he shrugged his shoulders and decided to ignore it. He turned his attention back to the drooping figure seated at the table. Sam was definitely at the end of his rope. He must be so desperate to get home he was hallucinating, imagining people knew who he was. "There's no-one else here, Sam," he said firmly. He had to get Sam back on track again. He could do nothing else to help him. At least when he helped him complete a Leap, there was the chance Sam might Leap home next time. "I've told you, you're Brian Palmer and you're here to..." He frowned down at the handlink display. It was still unhelpfully blank. He walloped it. It didn't even have the courtesy to emit a whimper and he ground his teeth. He'd get some information out of Ziggy, even if he had to zap him with a cattle prod. "Well, you're Brian Palmer and you're in a library in..." Jamming the cigar back in his mouth, he punched the data request sequence again. "In Truro, Virginia," supplied Sam impatiently. "I know WHERE I am. She told me." Al threw him another concerned look. The handlink display finally lit and he read it thankfully. "A library in...Truro, Virginia!" He stared at Sam in astonishment. The elusive tendril of thought gave another tantalising wave. "Truro, Virginia," he repeated, trying to grab it this time. TRURO, VIRGINIA! As the name finally made the correct synaptic connections, all concern for his friend drowned under a torrent of long repressed memories. Sam watched Al's jaw drop and his cigar disappear as it tumbled out of his mouth. Color drained from Al's face as he looked wildly around. A variety of expressions chased across his face - disbelief, recognition, hurt and finally, blotting out all traces of other emotion, anger. "My God!" Al cried hoarsely. "I know this place - I've been here. This is where I met..." His voice trailed off and he swallowed convulsively. "SHE was here. She tried to... I... She - she wouldn't... Oh Holy Hell!" Al turned as white as a sheet as he stammered out the last phrase. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared over Sam's shoulder. Then his image began to break up as though something was interfering with the hologrammatic transmission. "No - Ziggy - don't you dare pull the plug! Get me back there," Al yelled, frantically banging the handlink, which squawked in retaliation. "You can't do this. Get me ba-" His voice broke up into static, his image gave one last, violent shudder, then disappeared.