Sam Tyler is Wet, Cold, and Really Confused

[disammytyler]

[Here's a Sam Tyler, just as confused as he was in 1973; he's dripping wet and he probably smells like he took a long dip in the Manchester canal.

He steps inside Luigi's and looks around, with a confused and possibly lost look on his face.]

Hello?

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[poshmouthytart]

[Alex had been nursing her wine, bored, and Sam's appearance definitely catches her off guard. She stares at him a long minute, as if she's expecting him to just... disappear or something.]

... Sam?

[disammytyler]

[Sam turns to her, surprised that she knows his name.]

Yes, my name is Sam. Do I know you?

[poshmouthytart]

[Her shock is slowly turning into excitement...]

Yes! Well, sort of. I'm Alex Drake. Detective Inspector Alex Drake, I was that one that you told... You sent me that tape, the one about what happened when you were in your coma. Do you remember?

[disammytyler]

[Confused for a moment, as he barely remembers ever sending a tape to an Alex Drake...]

Yes. I do...does that mean you're from...

[Realizes what that means, looks shocked]

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex hops out her chair eagerly.]

Yes! I'm from the future, Sam, and whatever happened to you happened to me, too, that's why I'm here!

[She's practically tripping over her own words at this point.] You're not even supposed to be here, they said... Well, you're here now, aren't you? God, it doesn't even matter if you're real or in my mind, I can't believe it...

[disammytyler]

[Sam doesn't know if he's going insane. He thinks he probably is. He looks confused when she says that he isn't supposed to be here.]

I'm not supposed to be here?

[poshmouthytart]

[That slows Alex down because, well, way to make a really awkward conversation even more awkward, Alex.]

They, well... There's really no way to put this gently, Sam. You're supposed to be dead.

[disammytyler]

[The words echo in Sam's ears. He suddenly feels very cold.]

I'm supposed to be...dead? No. No no no no. I'm not dead.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex is tempted to argue with that but, well, usually when she hallucinates dead people these days they don't actually talk back.]

No, of course not. They must have been wrong, unless you're just in my head but... I don't think so, Sam. Everything's so wrong, now, nothing about this bloody place makes sense anymore.

[disammytyler]

[Sam can only agree with that, although he thinks that Alex is in his head.]

So...where am I?

[poshmouthytart]

[They are quite the pair...]

Fenchurch East, London. In a restaurant called Luigi's.

... It's 1983.

[disammytyler]

[Sam suddenly feels cold and sick.]

...1983? I've been...[air quotes] "dead" for 3 years?

[He can't really believe any of this, but if he runs away...he might be back in the car, drowning or whatever was going to happen to him then. So he stays put but tries not to get sick all over Alex.]

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex doesn't really know what else to do, so she hesitantly puts her hand on Sam's sopping wet shoulder.]

Yeah, Sam. You don't remember anything of the last three years?

[disammytyler]

[Sam smiles a little at the touch, but it reminds him that he's still in wet clothing.]
...

No. I was...I was in that car that plunged in the river...then I was here. I suddenly traveled three years into the future...I think.

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex gives him a supportive nod.]

It could be a number of things, Sam. You could have amnesia in result of any number of traumas associated with your accident. Or maybe... Maybe this is just like what happened to you before. What's happened to us.