by: Keith
PROLOGUE
Theorizing that one could time-travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator….and vanished! He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so, Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life. Striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping, each time, that his next leap will be the leap home….
(When the leap is over, Sam finds himself in the passenger seat of an orange car, moving very fast and wrecklessly along a dirt road. He is wearing a blue plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves, jeans, and a belt with a buck knife attached. He looks over at the driver. A young blonde man grinning ear to ear and chuckling. The blonde man is wearing a tan shirt with rolled-up sleeves, jeans, and a belt with a buck knife attached. Sam hears a police siren and looks out the back window.)
SAM: (to Bo) I think that cop wants us to pull over.
BO: Luke, are you outta your dang mind? You know if I pull over now, Rosco’s just gonna give us another phony speedin’ ticket.
SAM: (thinking to himself) Leaping into other people’s lives during heated situations had left me with a detective’s instincts. As a result, I’d learned to start gathering clues about myself and those around me from the moment of leap-in. Right now, for instance, I and the driver were apparently on a first-name basis with the police, and I should know exactly what “Rosco” was up to.
(Rosco’s voice comes over the CB)
ROSCO: Alright, you Duke boys! This is Sheriff Roscooooo P. Coltrane! I’m serious now!! I’m ording you to pull that vehicle over, Bo!
SAM: (thinking) I’d only been here about thirty seconds, and already, people were filling in the blanks faster than I could think of blanks to fill in. The policeman chasing us, who apparently really liked the sound of his own name, was the local sheriff. My name was Luke. The driver, who I guessed was most likely my brother, was Bo and our last name was Duke. (chuckling and whispering) My name rhymes.
BO: Well, cousin, Dry Creek is just up ahead. I reckon the General will make it over that pretty easy. Should be clear sailin’ from there.
SAM: (thinking) Cousin….I was close. But now Bo had given me a new mystery to solve. Who the “General” was, and how his making it over the upcoming creek was going to help us escape the sheriff.
(Sam gets a look of panic on his face as he realizes that the creek bed is getting closer and closer and Bo obviously has no intention of stopping or slowing down.)
SAM: Bo, What are you doing??
BO: (shrugs) Just gonna loose Rosco. No big deal.
SAM: Loose Rosco? And just how do you intend to do that??
BO: (grinning) Same way we loose him every other time, Luke. Hang on!
(Sam shuts his eyes tightly and clenches the seat with his hands. We get our first exterior shot of the General Lee as it hits the creek bed and launches into the air. With the General Lee in mid-air, Sam can be heard screaming)
SAM: (screaming) OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!