“Well, with any luck, we’ll be getting you two out of here by tomorrow night,” the Admiral announced, striding into the Waiting Room with Beth close behind him.
Jack glanced up from the anatomy book Al had loaned him from Sam’s office. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve figured out who tried to kill me?” Ferne guessed.
“Basically, yes. Now all our people have to do is keep him from trying again.”
“Can’t they go to the police?” Jack asked.
Beth shook her head. “I’m afraid we’ve already tried that. Without being able to explain where they got their information, the police don’t believe them.”
Ferne stared at the couple in shock. “Why not?”
“Well,” Beth responded. “I’m afraid we’ve got a rather unlikely suspect, at least in their view.”
“Why? Who is it?”
“Allan?” Ferne gasped.
Jack frowned. “Isn’t he your fiancee?”
She nodded, her face dark. “That money-grubbing son of a bitch–No wonder he was so eager for me to write him into my will!”
“Then you’re not surprised.”
Ferne sighed. “Not really. As you probably already know, the only reason he wanted to marry me was my money. But, he promised to get me out of the spotlight…” She glanced at Jack and shrugged. “I told you I was desperate.”
“Well, apparently he was going to get you out of it in a way that would insure you stayed out.”
The actress shuddered. “And to think if I hadn’t come here I probably would have let him, even if I had known.”
Jack took her hand and squeezed it.
Admiral Calavicci, who certainly didn’t look like an Admiral in his gold and purple ensemble, grinned knowingly at the two. “Well, it looks like you’re going to end up saving her life again, Jack.”
The young paramedic looked startled. “I am?”
“You’ll figure it out.” He turned to leave.
“Al…” Beth stopped him with an unspoken reminder.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I should tell you–you guys probably won’t remember any of this when you get back.”
Ferne frowned. “Why not?”
“Well…remember when you first got here, how you didn’t recognize each other until you touched?”
Both of the visitors nodded.
“It has something to do with that, but I can’t tell you what.”
“You know…when I was really little, I used to watch Captain Galaxy on TV. It ended when I was seven, but I remember the last episode. Captain Galaxy was reading the last of his fan letters…from some kid in the Midwest somewhere. I remembered it for two reasons, because I thought the question sounded way to smart for a kid–I didn’t even undertand the answer–and because that’s when I found out Captain Galaxy really believed time travel was possible.” He shook his head. “Now why I should be thinking of that now, I have no idea.”
Al grinned. “Little Sam Beckett from Elk Ridge, Indiana…” he chuckled.
Jack glanced up, startled. “Sir, forgive me for saying this, but…wouldn’t you have been a little old to be interested in Captain Galaxy?”
“Let’s just say, if you ever hear of a Sam Beckett, remember that. Oh…and thank him too.”