Looking around this den, one thing was apparent.

Whoever he was now, this man was a proud gun rights supporter. Three rifles hung in a cabinet as well as a shotgun was present in the room.

"Quite the look, isn't it?" Al asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied. "I didn't hear you come in."

Al shrugged. "Maybe it was the disorientation."

"Maybe. Anyway, what do you have for me, Al?" Sam asked. "Why am I here?"

"Let's see," Al replied. He raised his arm the link was in and began reading. "Well, it's November 9, 1997. Your name is Bob Samuel."

"Looking at what I just saw," Sam mused looking around, "Mr. Samuel is in love with his guns. I don't know why someone would want so many of these things. It looks like he's preparing for war."

"Well," Al replied, "you are in Texas. If you don't mind jokes on stereotypes."

"Funny. Okay Mr. Comedian, why am I here?"

Al looked back to the link. "Hold on, Ziggy's bringing it up right now," Al replied. "It looks like you're here for Bob's seven year old son. Franklin. Originally, he-dear God. Sam, run into the living room!"

"What's in the—"

"No time for questions, GO! Through the door and to the left!"

Sam hurried out the door and took a left. He saw the living room at the end of the hallway. Running through the door into the living room, he saw Bob's five year old son. Reaching for a handgun on the table.

"Get the gun, Sam!" Al yelled. "He accidentally shoots himself in the original history and dies!"

Sam dived for the gun and grabbed it before the seven year old did.

"Franklin!" Sam shouted. "What do you think you were doing?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" Franklin replied crying. "I just wanted to play it with it like you."

"Franklin, sit down," Sam replied. Sam and Franklin sat down on the couch. "Guns aren't toys. They're for adults and are extremely dangerous things. Extremely dangerous things are ultimately meant for one thing—to cause death. Do you understand?"

Franklin nodded.

"They're not to be played with," Sam continued. "I shouldn't even have left it out where you could get to it."

Franklin nodded.

"Maybe soon I can teach you properly how to handle these or go someone who can help us," Sam told him. "Hold me to my promise, okay? Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir, I will!"

"That did it," Al replied. "Franklin doesn't get killed and does hold Bob to your promise to learn how to properly handle these."

Sam patted Franklin on the shoulder. Midway into a pat, Sam leaped.

AN: Without getting terribly into detail (because we're all here just to enjoy our fandoms, right?) I feel a need to clarify some issues. My views on guns aren't necessarily that detailed here. Guns and gun rights are probably the area I'm most libertarian on (note I didn't say liberal). I'm all for someone not owning a gun as much as I am for someone as long as you aren't a danger to yourself or others. I personally do plan on buying one myself for self-defense purposes—which thankfully my state supports the right to defend yourself with reasonable force, whatever "reasonable" is, in the form of the Castle Doctrine. But come on people. I'm sick of hearing stories of this happening in real life! Be responsible!