“There really isn’t time for this,” White Rabbit said, taking the gold watch from his pocket. In rapid succession it fired two small darts: one striking Jessica, the other Alex. Another agent got Amanda and Becky.

Alex came to in a stall at the Casa Grande, his head pounding like he’d been on a serious bender. Had this all been a dream? No, the Omni magazine was laying in his lap. Cautiously, he exits the stall.

Jessica, Amanda and Becky are already in the entry hallway when Alex steps out of the men’s room, still looking like rejects from a White Snake video.

“Alex!”, Jessica said.

“Hey… so your still remember everything?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Uh huh, What about those two?”

“Ditto, so it’s 2008 again?”

“Dunno… one way to find out,” he said opening the door to the hallway.

Krystal was standing, long silver-white hair flowing to the shoulders of her gauzy white shirt, one sandaled foot tapping impatiently, looking into a gold pocket watch.

“You’re so, so late… Now, about that job,” she said.