//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: Quantum Leap: Xenophilia // by Sparky Brony //------------------------------// Sam opens his eyes, where is he this time? “Sam, what happened?” He looks around, everything is blackness, this has never happened before. “I am a creature of my word, I cannot hold you here for too long, but Lero is back home, and the ponies will be continuing their lives as they should have, before the meddling of one who doesn’t understand balance.” Sam whirls around, “Discord!” “None other. And I promised you.” The sound of fingers snapping reverberates throughout where they are standing, and a white door opens, “You will have a few hours here before you are pulled into your next leap. I think some magician or some other is in need of your unique brand of help.” “So, the surge happened as it was supposed to?” Discord smiles evilly, “Yes, you will remain human. Though I can’t blame your computer. Ziggy didn't take into account the ‘world phase’ as well as the ‘quantum state phase’ in the calculations. But it’s quite difficult for even a brilliant computer to handle those kind of variables. The pony leaper is taken care of.” A face appears at the open door, eliciting a grin from Sam, “Gushie!” “Oh, Dr. Beckett, it has been the most unusual time the last few days here.” Sam smiles, “I know.” He puts an arm around Al and they both walk to towards the door. *** White Knight shakes his head hard, whatever that monkey man did with Discord, he’s got a horrible headache. Then the sounds assault his senses. A loud honking causes him to look around, adjusting to the sudden bright light. He finds he’s lying on concrete, in some kind of doorway. A glance up tells him it’s early morning, and the world is waking up. Then his jaw drops, instead of ponies, those strange bipedal creatures like that damnable Lero are walking around. His nose flares, those carts moving along the road have a unique odor to his nose. He shakes his head again and touches his temple, “Dizzy.” He murmurs. “Daddy, what’s that?” He looks down, they wear clothes in this world, and he’s not wearing any. More and more humans stop to look at him as White Knight stands up, he’s got to get away from here. “Everyone, get back!” Comes a voice from an officious looking human, wearing a dark blue uniform of some type, along with a golden small shield on his breast along with a big belt holding all kinds of things around his waist. Is that some sort of gendarme? He puts his…hand? On his waist, gripping something, is that a weapon? He tries to run but his legs tangle, he’s too dizzy to get anywhere really. He looks around, “Oh…boy.”