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The Inevitable
Louis Swete's funeral was a sad one. Not just because the man had passed on, but because hardly anyone showed up. Sam figured it was because he hid himself up in his home, never getting out much to meet anyone. Sam sure didn't know him from Adam, but he attended his funeral anyway. He hoped that in so doing...he might find Emmaline Rhoen there. Obviously he couldn't approach and interrogate her at the funeral, but he figured a nice friendly chat with her about medicine might offer him some clues as to what she's been giving and doing to the sweet people of Hidden Springs.
To his great surprise, Emmaline was not there. Sam just stood there during the small service, chewing his bottom lip thinking, Why did she not come? Did she attend the other funerals of her patients? Hmm...nothing like making it obvious how guilty you are...
It was a very nice service and when it concluded, Sam had a chat with the Preacher. Apparently Emmaline had gone out of town and wouldn't be returning for another two weeks! Sam cursed under his breath. He just simply couldn't wait any longer to find out what this woman's been doing. He needed to stop her right away! If only I had listened to Al and taken care of it sooner, he thought, but... He had no choice but to wait. In the meantime he would try to get into the homes of her patients, inquire about Miss Rhoen's practice and maybe give them a second medical opinion, if they would allow it. He had to do something while she was gone!
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One good thing about Emmaline being gone for two weeks was it gave Sam more time to research and figure out a way to get himself to leap back to Hidden Springs...IF he leaped. Science and Quantum Physics were much different in this world than they were on Earth...
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After a few hours Sam came to the realization that he, and neither anyone else on the Project, could possibly have any control over him leaping back...as much as he liked to believe that a genius like himself could figure it out. It just wasn't possible. The thought that he could even accomplish it surfaced during his last fight with Al. It was said out of anger, without any thought as to its probability. It was in the hands of God...not him. Not anyone. It was a tough realization to swallow. All he could do was pray again. He'd been praying more lately than he had in years!
While taking a break a thought came to him as he poured some coffee. What if I created some kind of a wrist band, that would disrupt the flow of time, preventing me from leaping into another person when God has already leaped me, and it sends me back here!? His eyebrows shot up at the thought as he continued pouring. It was definitely a start to a great idea! He whipped himself around, nearly spilling the scalding hot drink on himself and headed back to the guest room to begin researching the idea.
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Testing it would be...well, impossible. He would just simply have to slap on his creation and test it if he leaped. Please God if this thought came from You...make it a success. Please. I'm happy to do the work You want me to, but I can't keep leaping away from the people I love anymore... He knew God always heard him, but...would He hear him in so great a circumstance such as this, especially when it would most likely go against HIS will? It was too hard to comprehend, he just had to keep researching.
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For the rest of the afternoon and all through the night he researched, drew out a bunch of plans and intended to get with his friend and former co-worker Liam O'Dourke about obtaining the right materials required to create the "bracelet." Al even showed up on the scene to ask his friend how everything was going. Sam told him his idea and at first Al thought it was a bit far-fetched, but once the Physicist explained to him in great detail the purpose of the bracelet, in layman's terms thankfully, Al really began to feel Sam was on to something.
The sun shone through the guest room window sooner than Sam had expected. He glanced at his watch and there was no time for sleep. He sighed and pressed his fingers tightly on the bridge of his nose. Clearly he was fatigued, mentally and physically, but he couldn't miss his date to the Fall Festival grounds with Donna this morning.
*****************
Fall was here! The smell of dry leaves, rainfall, toasted nuts and pumpkin pie filled the air. Sam loved that many things were still the same here as they were on Earth.
The reason Sam and Donna were meeting up so early for this date was because Donna's work schedule changed to the afternoons and into the evening so the morning was the only time she could spare for the two of them to be together. When she arrived, Sam's eyes lit up as he smiled brightly. He couldn't get over just how beautiful she is and sometimes he couldn't figure out whether he was so attracted to her because her name was Donna, or that she had such an angelic personality. Either way, he felt like one lucky man to have won her heart.
They stood before the haunted house, holding hands while debating on whether to enter it.
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"I'm not the biggest fan of haunted houses," Donna admitted.
"It'll be fun!" Sam stated.
Donna hesitated while swinging their hands from side to side. "I dunno. I don't care to be scared. And what if something creepy jumps out at me and my hair and makeup gets all messed up before work?"
Sam chuckled lightly at her comment as he stepped closer to her. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," he assured with a wink. "Besides, you'll still look great even if your hair and makeup get messed up."
Blushing, Donna asked, "Will you help me fix them both if you fail to protect me?" She winked in return.
"Of course."
https://s20.postimg.cc/wizjjmmvh/SB_Donna_date_festival_2.jpg
The haunted house turned out to be not nearly as scary as either of them were expecting, much to Donna's relief. It was kid friendly.
"Wow, that was fun!" Donna commented as they exited through the smoky back door.
What Donna suggested they do next came as quite a surprise to Sam, especially when earlier she was worried about her hair and makeup getting destroyed. She dared Sam to compete in an Apple Bobbing contest with her, claiming that she was an undefeated champion in her hometown. With a raised eyebrow Sam agreed and thought, Oh boy I gotta see this!
Sam wasn't usually the competitive type, but once Donna started fishing up apples one after the other he realized that she wasn't kidding before and he developed a newfound determination to win!
https://s20.postimg.cc/72r2tg6z1/SB_Donna_date_festival_4.jpg
He struggled and tried and tried...
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...but ultimately Donna won by a landslide.
"I am impressed," Sam said to her when they finished. "I don't think I've EVER seen ANYONE bob for apples as great as you did just then!"
Blushing again, Donna said, "It took A LOT of practice."
After a few moments of chatting about Donna's childhood and where she grew up, Sam excused himself to go use the bathroom. On his way over, he spotted a man in a suit; white top, black pants, red tie with a floral undershirt, studying one of the fake gravestones by the haunted house. "Al?" Sam addressed.
https://s20.postimg.cc/tg3etzxal/SB_Donna_date_festival_5.jpg
The man looked up and sure enough it was Al (his clothing being a dead give away). "Oh hey Sam."
Pursing his lips and stepping closer, Sam asked in a whisper, "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking out what kind of farewells they engrave on tombstones in this world." He held the cigar up to his mouth and rested it in his teeth.
Quickly taking a look around, Sam leaned in closer and said a little more loudly, "Those are FAKE Al! Now why are you here?"
Al shrugged. "What? I have to have a reason to show up now? I find it fascinating visiting and discovering this new world."
"You're spying on me aren't you?" Sam asked in irritation. It wouldn't be the first time.
"No!" Al responded, letting out a puff of smoke.
Sam folded his arms and gave Al that traditional look that said he didn't believe him.
Removing the cigar from his mouth, Al poked it toward the sky and said, "Ok...maybe a little."
Sam dropped his arms to the sides in annoyance.
"It sure looks like you're starting to get pretty serious with that babe over there--"
"Don't call her that," Sam ordered in a gentlemanly fashion. He looked down and dug the tip of his shoe in the grass. "We're getting close yes, but...nothing serious yet."
Al blew out another puff of smoke. "Well, while you're out hanging with her you're losing sight of Emmaline Rhoen."
"I can't keep track of her right now anyway," Sam retorted, "she's out of town for two weeks."
Al froze. "And...when were you going to tell me this?"
"I didn't think I needed to because I figured you were trusting me to handle it!"
Those words stung Al for a bit.
"Please Al," Sam continued, "I got this. Just trust me and be patient."
Al nodded. He decided to put off telling Sam about another green person he noticed at the Festival until later...
https://s20.postimg.cc/huk1usx1p/SB_Al_sees_green_lady.jpg
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Even though Donna left to go to work hours ago, Sam stayed and enjoyed himself more at the Festival. He thought he really should've gone home to get some sleep, but somehow he caught a second wind.
Just to get a laugh out of Emma at their next piano lesson tomorrow, Sam got his face painted again.
https://s20.postimg.cc/57wbc47d9/SB_pumpkin_face.jpg
As the sun began going down, Sam ordered some onion rings for dinner.
https://s20.postimg.cc/x6lvp8jm5/SB_fall_festival_1.jpg
The woman at the concession stand was Marcela Jimenez whom Sam was set up on a blind date with by the Matchmaker in town. It took him a moment to remember her, but once he did and asked her how she was doing and tried to make small talk, she just gave him the cold shoulder. It made Sam feel terrible. He never did call her again to hang out like he promised. He certainly meant to, but then all the craziness with his Donna from Earth and the possibility of leaping again started and...he simply forgot. When she handed him his plate of onion rings he wanted so badly to apologize, but the look on her face clearly stated that she wanted him gone. Sadly, he stepped over to one of the tables and sat down to eat.
https://s20.postimg.cc/zcg6jqn2l/SB_fall_festival_2.jpg
Gosh, he thought, Marcela could've been watching me with Donna all morning. He lowered his head with his eyes closed and shook it. Is this the kind of man I've become? He'd never, ever intend to hurt another woman's feelings. He always said he'd be a one woman man and he certainly WOULD be! But why did he feel like the women all around him were thinking differently? It almost felt hopeless that he'd find his one true love.
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A few days later, Sam finally got most of the leaves in his yard raked up and created a nice, tall pile. Staring at it for a moment he just couldn't resist. He dove right into it!
The leaves didn't provide as much of a cushion as he expected. Landing hard on his bum he cried out, "Ouch! Ok that was a bad idea."
https://s20.postimg.cc/3rkstz4gd/SB_plays_in_leaves_3.jpg
So he just played around in it instead.
https://s20.postimg.cc/n6vkn2xql/SB_plays_in_leaves_1.jpg
https://s20.postimg.cc/4ftncx365/SB_plays_in_leaves_2.jpg
Childish moments like these seemed to put his mind at ease.
His blissful moment was interrupted by a phone call. He made a bet with himself that it was Catarina Vanderburg, but once he looked at the number...it was one that had never called him before. Curious, he answered it.
"Sam Beckett?"
"Yes?"
"Oh thank goodness! It's me, Jessica Willow. Sorry, I had to track down your number and get a hold of you because," she paused, "our friend Cassidy...is really starting to worry us."
Sam could feel himself getting pale. "What's going on?"
"Well, she took some more of those pills again and now she's acting very...strange."
"Define strange?"
"Umm...it's hard to explain. Kind of like she's high or something...very loopy and disoriented, not acting like herself."
Oh boy...
Jessica continued, "I'm so sorry to bother you like this Sam but you're a doctor and...Cassidy refuses to go to the Hospital."
Figures, Sam thought as he raced toward his car. "You're not a bother," he told Jessica. "Hang tight. I'll be right there."
"Thank you Sam! Thank you!"
To be continued...
:)
Louis Swete's funeral was a sad one. Not just because the man had passed on, but because hardly anyone showed up. Sam figured it was because he hid himself up in his home, never getting out much to meet anyone. Sam sure didn't know him from Adam, but he attended his funeral anyway. He hoped that in so doing...he might find Emmaline Rhoen there. Obviously he couldn't approach and interrogate her at the funeral, but he figured a nice friendly chat with her about medicine might offer him some clues as to what she's been giving and doing to the sweet people of Hidden Springs.
To his great surprise, Emmaline was not there. Sam just stood there during the small service, chewing his bottom lip thinking, Why did she not come? Did she attend the other funerals of her patients? Hmm...nothing like making it obvious how guilty you are...
It was a very nice service and when it concluded, Sam had a chat with the Preacher. Apparently Emmaline had gone out of town and wouldn't be returning for another two weeks! Sam cursed under his breath. He just simply couldn't wait any longer to find out what this woman's been doing. He needed to stop her right away! If only I had listened to Al and taken care of it sooner, he thought, but... He had no choice but to wait. In the meantime he would try to get into the homes of her patients, inquire about Miss Rhoen's practice and maybe give them a second medical opinion, if they would allow it. He had to do something while she was gone!
*****************
One good thing about Emmaline being gone for two weeks was it gave Sam more time to research and figure out a way to get himself to leap back to Hidden Springs...IF he leaped. Science and Quantum Physics were much different in this world than they were on Earth...
https://s20.postimg.cc/5zyzbbbkd/SB_research_2.jpg
After a few hours Sam came to the realization that he, and neither anyone else on the Project, could possibly have any control over him leaping back...as much as he liked to believe that a genius like himself could figure it out. It just wasn't possible. The thought that he could even accomplish it surfaced during his last fight with Al. It was said out of anger, without any thought as to its probability. It was in the hands of God...not him. Not anyone. It was a tough realization to swallow. All he could do was pray again. He'd been praying more lately than he had in years!
While taking a break a thought came to him as he poured some coffee. What if I created some kind of a wrist band, that would disrupt the flow of time, preventing me from leaping into another person when God has already leaped me, and it sends me back here!? His eyebrows shot up at the thought as he continued pouring. It was definitely a start to a great idea! He whipped himself around, nearly spilling the scalding hot drink on himself and headed back to the guest room to begin researching the idea.
https://s20.postimg.cc/deob3oxfx/SB_research_1.jpg
Testing it would be...well, impossible. He would just simply have to slap on his creation and test it if he leaped. Please God if this thought came from You...make it a success. Please. I'm happy to do the work You want me to, but I can't keep leaping away from the people I love anymore... He knew God always heard him, but...would He hear him in so great a circumstance such as this, especially when it would most likely go against HIS will? It was too hard to comprehend, he just had to keep researching.
https://s20.postimg.cc/crtzrwpxp/SB_research_3.jpg
For the rest of the afternoon and all through the night he researched, drew out a bunch of plans and intended to get with his friend and former co-worker Liam O'Dourke about obtaining the right materials required to create the "bracelet." Al even showed up on the scene to ask his friend how everything was going. Sam told him his idea and at first Al thought it was a bit far-fetched, but once the Physicist explained to him in great detail the purpose of the bracelet, in layman's terms thankfully, Al really began to feel Sam was on to something.
The sun shone through the guest room window sooner than Sam had expected. He glanced at his watch and there was no time for sleep. He sighed and pressed his fingers tightly on the bridge of his nose. Clearly he was fatigued, mentally and physically, but he couldn't miss his date to the Fall Festival grounds with Donna this morning.
*****************
Fall was here! The smell of dry leaves, rainfall, toasted nuts and pumpkin pie filled the air. Sam loved that many things were still the same here as they were on Earth.
The reason Sam and Donna were meeting up so early for this date was because Donna's work schedule changed to the afternoons and into the evening so the morning was the only time she could spare for the two of them to be together. When she arrived, Sam's eyes lit up as he smiled brightly. He couldn't get over just how beautiful she is and sometimes he couldn't figure out whether he was so attracted to her because her name was Donna, or that she had such an angelic personality. Either way, he felt like one lucky man to have won her heart.
They stood before the haunted house, holding hands while debating on whether to enter it.
https://s20.postimg.cc/jqbfjpb9p/SB_Donna_date_festival_1.jpg
"I'm not the biggest fan of haunted houses," Donna admitted.
"It'll be fun!" Sam stated.
Donna hesitated while swinging their hands from side to side. "I dunno. I don't care to be scared. And what if something creepy jumps out at me and my hair and makeup gets all messed up before work?"
Sam chuckled lightly at her comment as he stepped closer to her. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," he assured with a wink. "Besides, you'll still look great even if your hair and makeup get messed up."
Blushing, Donna asked, "Will you help me fix them both if you fail to protect me?" She winked in return.
"Of course."
https://s20.postimg.cc/wizjjmmvh/SB_Donna_date_festival_2.jpg
The haunted house turned out to be not nearly as scary as either of them were expecting, much to Donna's relief. It was kid friendly.
"Wow, that was fun!" Donna commented as they exited through the smoky back door.
What Donna suggested they do next came as quite a surprise to Sam, especially when earlier she was worried about her hair and makeup getting destroyed. She dared Sam to compete in an Apple Bobbing contest with her, claiming that she was an undefeated champion in her hometown. With a raised eyebrow Sam agreed and thought, Oh boy I gotta see this!
Sam wasn't usually the competitive type, but once Donna started fishing up apples one after the other he realized that she wasn't kidding before and he developed a newfound determination to win!
https://s20.postimg.cc/72r2tg6z1/SB_Donna_date_festival_4.jpg
He struggled and tried and tried...
https://s20.postimg.cc/961i146rx/SB_Donna_date_festival_3.jpg
...but ultimately Donna won by a landslide.
"I am impressed," Sam said to her when they finished. "I don't think I've EVER seen ANYONE bob for apples as great as you did just then!"
Blushing again, Donna said, "It took A LOT of practice."
After a few moments of chatting about Donna's childhood and where she grew up, Sam excused himself to go use the bathroom. On his way over, he spotted a man in a suit; white top, black pants, red tie with a floral undershirt, studying one of the fake gravestones by the haunted house. "Al?" Sam addressed.
https://s20.postimg.cc/tg3etzxal/SB_Donna_date_festival_5.jpg
The man looked up and sure enough it was Al (his clothing being a dead give away). "Oh hey Sam."
Pursing his lips and stepping closer, Sam asked in a whisper, "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking out what kind of farewells they engrave on tombstones in this world." He held the cigar up to his mouth and rested it in his teeth.
Quickly taking a look around, Sam leaned in closer and said a little more loudly, "Those are FAKE Al! Now why are you here?"
Al shrugged. "What? I have to have a reason to show up now? I find it fascinating visiting and discovering this new world."
"You're spying on me aren't you?" Sam asked in irritation. It wouldn't be the first time.
"No!" Al responded, letting out a puff of smoke.
Sam folded his arms and gave Al that traditional look that said he didn't believe him.
Removing the cigar from his mouth, Al poked it toward the sky and said, "Ok...maybe a little."
Sam dropped his arms to the sides in annoyance.
"It sure looks like you're starting to get pretty serious with that babe over there--"
"Don't call her that," Sam ordered in a gentlemanly fashion. He looked down and dug the tip of his shoe in the grass. "We're getting close yes, but...nothing serious yet."
Al blew out another puff of smoke. "Well, while you're out hanging with her you're losing sight of Emmaline Rhoen."
"I can't keep track of her right now anyway," Sam retorted, "she's out of town for two weeks."
Al froze. "And...when were you going to tell me this?"
"I didn't think I needed to because I figured you were trusting me to handle it!"
Those words stung Al for a bit.
"Please Al," Sam continued, "I got this. Just trust me and be patient."
Al nodded. He decided to put off telling Sam about another green person he noticed at the Festival until later...
https://s20.postimg.cc/huk1usx1p/SB_Al_sees_green_lady.jpg
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Even though Donna left to go to work hours ago, Sam stayed and enjoyed himself more at the Festival. He thought he really should've gone home to get some sleep, but somehow he caught a second wind.
Just to get a laugh out of Emma at their next piano lesson tomorrow, Sam got his face painted again.
https://s20.postimg.cc/57wbc47d9/SB_pumpkin_face.jpg
As the sun began going down, Sam ordered some onion rings for dinner.
https://s20.postimg.cc/x6lvp8jm5/SB_fall_festival_1.jpg
The woman at the concession stand was Marcela Jimenez whom Sam was set up on a blind date with by the Matchmaker in town. It took him a moment to remember her, but once he did and asked her how she was doing and tried to make small talk, she just gave him the cold shoulder. It made Sam feel terrible. He never did call her again to hang out like he promised. He certainly meant to, but then all the craziness with his Donna from Earth and the possibility of leaping again started and...he simply forgot. When she handed him his plate of onion rings he wanted so badly to apologize, but the look on her face clearly stated that she wanted him gone. Sadly, he stepped over to one of the tables and sat down to eat.
https://s20.postimg.cc/zcg6jqn2l/SB_fall_festival_2.jpg
Gosh, he thought, Marcela could've been watching me with Donna all morning. He lowered his head with his eyes closed and shook it. Is this the kind of man I've become? He'd never, ever intend to hurt another woman's feelings. He always said he'd be a one woman man and he certainly WOULD be! But why did he feel like the women all around him were thinking differently? It almost felt hopeless that he'd find his one true love.
****************
A few days later, Sam finally got most of the leaves in his yard raked up and created a nice, tall pile. Staring at it for a moment he just couldn't resist. He dove right into it!
The leaves didn't provide as much of a cushion as he expected. Landing hard on his bum he cried out, "Ouch! Ok that was a bad idea."
https://s20.postimg.cc/3rkstz4gd/SB_plays_in_leaves_3.jpg
So he just played around in it instead.
https://s20.postimg.cc/n6vkn2xql/SB_plays_in_leaves_1.jpg
https://s20.postimg.cc/4ftncx365/SB_plays_in_leaves_2.jpg
Childish moments like these seemed to put his mind at ease.
His blissful moment was interrupted by a phone call. He made a bet with himself that it was Catarina Vanderburg, but once he looked at the number...it was one that had never called him before. Curious, he answered it.
"Sam Beckett?"
"Yes?"
"Oh thank goodness! It's me, Jessica Willow. Sorry, I had to track down your number and get a hold of you because," she paused, "our friend Cassidy...is really starting to worry us."
Sam could feel himself getting pale. "What's going on?"
"Well, she took some more of those pills again and now she's acting very...strange."
"Define strange?"
"Umm...it's hard to explain. Kind of like she's high or something...very loopy and disoriented, not acting like herself."
Oh boy...
Jessica continued, "I'm so sorry to bother you like this Sam but you're a doctor and...Cassidy refuses to go to the Hospital."
Figures, Sam thought as he raced toward his car. "You're not a bother," he told Jessica. "Hang tight. I'll be right there."
"Thank you Sam! Thank you!"
To be continued...
:)
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