Lightning (14 November 2021)
First of all, RIP Dean Stockwell. The perfect fit to play Al. We'll all miss and remember you.
The crack of thunder and the streak of lightning filling the sky. Sometimes when a Leap featured these weather events, Sam Beckett would give pause and wonder what the hell was happening here. Was his host going to be struck by lightning in their original history? How could he put it right? What did Ziggy have to say?
But the telltale sign of both Leaping out and Leaping in was the blue, electric lightning that engulfed him, its brightness forcing him to close his eyes each time.
He had it down to an art form. Now, as the lightning receded and he opened his eyes, he realised he was driving a car! The interior was lit up with displays, including rows of digital display clocks, with what appeared to be dates. One caught his eye. 1955.
Just as soon as he got (some) sense of his surroundings, Al whooshed into sight. 'Sam, whatever you're doing, keep your foot on the gas! Your name is Marty McFly, and you're driving a DeLorean. The year is 1985, and as soon as you hit 88 miles per hour, you're going into the past. 30 years into the past! You're going to get your - I mean Marty's - parents together, and keep Marty's father, George, safe from harm.'
Sam wiped the sweat off his brow with one hand, another white-knuckled on the steering wheel. 'Alright, Al, calm, please. What happens to George?'
'In the original history, he gets shot dead by a Biff Tannen.'
'Oh, boy,' Sam groaned as the speedometer rose higher and higher. 87. 88. 89.
Just as he saw the numbers rise above 88, Sam noticed sparks and showers of lightning, yet again. They engulfed and surrounded the vehicle, and Sam had to fight the instinctual response to close his eyes.
'Get ready to go back to the future, Sam!' Al cried, before disappearing briefly.
It only took a few seconds, but after the lightning Sam noticed he was heading towards a tree, and a barn. It was too late to avoid hitting the tree with the DeLorean, and as much as Sam tried to avoid it, he was going too fast to stop crashing into the barn's door.
He wasn't hurt, but he did feel a sense of deja-vu wash all over him. The barn had equipment that seemed familiar. A sign on the wall read John B's Farm and Homestead.
John B. John... Beckett? His father?
Before Sam could contemplate anything else, a lone figure entered from the shadows and started entering the barn. An unmistakeable voice boomed: 'I don't know who the hell you are, but show yourself before I blast ya head off!'
Al materialised just in time. 'Sa-am... I don't think you're going to like this. Ziggy has mapped your location to Elk Ridge, Indiana...'
He gulped. 'The man that's threatening you with a shotgun is...'
Sam finished: 'My father. Ohhhh, boy.'