Sam's Reality: Cape Canaveral, Florida - Kennedy Space Center

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Leeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.

"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."

It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.

Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"

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"Go...." Her eyes lost focus.

"Grandma?" Rob's face went fearful.

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Marijke's face was soft. "In addition to what's happening now, you're also pretty banged up in the stomach. We'd like to make sure you don't have any further internal injuries."

Leeroy bit his lip and held Sam's hand even tighter.

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Sam looked up at her, mind filling with darkness and the pain of a vision.

"Alright... alright...."

Her shoulders stiffened and her eyes went wide with alarm then as images of teeth and claws ripped through her mind; otherworldly laughter, and pain.

"The @#$%&$#@ are laughing at me!" She started to her feet with blood in her eye, only to collapse, unconscious before she hit the ground.

Later

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The doctor looked at Leeroy. Sam was on the other side of a heavy hospital door. Leeroy had convinced Rob to go check out the hospital's gift shop and cafeteria. "Internally? She's fine. It will probably be another couple of hours before her cramps subside, though. We're going to keep her overnight, just to make sure she doesn't lose too much blood. You can go in there anytime."

He then handed the shocked clone a card. "We have numbers for counselling services, if you need them." A sigh. "Sorry for your loss."

Leeroy looked up at the doctor. "Not much of a loss," he said. "I never knew."

The doctor clapped him on the shoulder and left. And Leeroy walked into the room.

"Hi."