Your night had been eventful, to say the least.

Dr. Beckett, the genius scientist, had gone and made perhaps the stupidest decision of his life. He'd leaped. Quantum leaped well before the project was ready.

You'd been called to work. This was supposed to be your job after all, though you'd been hoping you'd have a few more weeks at the very least.

When you finally found Sam - or rather, the man he'd replaced - you were incredulous. "Why would you do that?" "That was so stupid!" So on and so forth, but you were met with nothing more than a look of profound confusion.

It was at that point when you realised that Sam had no idea what was going on, and you had to fix it with nothing but an AI and sheer willpower.