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John hailed a cab and sank into the backseat, exhaling dejectedly.
He'd had high hopes for some good news from the guy he'd just met, but
it turned into another dead end. He knew there had to be some way for
him to get back to his own time and bring Sam back with him. Eve was
getting worse and he hoped that Sam would be able to help her.

For the first time since the death of his parents, he wished he'd gone
into medicine as his father and mother wanted, instead of joining the
Marines. Then again, if he had, he wouldn't be here, because he would
never have gone on the rescue mission to Olduvai. Feeling the
beginnings of a headache himself only served to make him that much
more determined to find something, anything that would allow him to
help Eve.

Staring out at nothing in particular, John had a sudden flash of
inspiration…Snake Plissken. The man seemed to have resources that
Reaper couldn't come close to duplicating, as well as being out of his
own time himself and he might just know someone who could provide John
with a ticket home, preferably round trip. Giving the cabbie the
address of Snake's shop he relaxed slightly, feeling at least a little
hopeful.