“Donna!” Grumpily, Donna rolled over in bed. “Guway,” she muttered. “Donna, wake up! We’ve got a problem.” With a sigh, she fumbled for the light switch, blinking against the sudden brightness. “Beth? What are you doing here so late?” “Like … Continue reading →

“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 … Continue reading →

“Hello?” “Chief, this is Tommy.” “Tommy, hi. Have you been keeping an eye on that young Mr. Kemp like I told you to?” “Yes, sir.” “Did he say or do anything suspicious?” “I don’t know about suspicious, but he was … Continue reading →

“Kid, psycho fans take shots at their favorite stars all the time.” “This wasn’t a fan,” Sam insisted. The policeman regarded him skeptically. “You wan’t me to believe it was her fiancee? C’mon, surely you can come up with something … Continue reading →

“Ziggy!” “Yes, Admiral?” “What the hell are those two doing? You told me in the original history Ferne was killed a week from today. Now you say it’s tomorrow!” “Dr. Elise has just ended the relationship between Ferne Marshall and … Continue reading →

Donna sighed. “Well, now that I’m getting out of here, I might be able to do you some good,” she told the redhead in the mirror. “I just hope I don’t ruin your career in the process.” There was a … Continue reading →

“How long have you been a paramedic, Jack?” Jack Kemp sighed. “Almost five years. I wanted to be a doctor, but my family couldn’t afford medical school.” “Couldn’t you get any scholarships?” He laughed curtly. “I tried. It turned out … Continue reading →

Al reappeared as Sam entered the hospital elevator. By this time, the uniform he wore on the rare occasions when he was in a serious mood had given way to a delightfully colorful outfit, one that Sam didn’t recognize. He … Continue reading →

Sam had just collapsed onto the couch in the elaborate hotel room when there was a knock on the door. He stood reluctantly and walked to it, praying that the person on the other side was not a reporter. “Um…who … Continue reading →