Earlier, as the scene was still coming together, Shawn and Gus had been walking the perimeter.
"You think the kid heard anything from the pilot?" Gus asked, glancing toward the wreckage.
"You mean the 'I need to make amends, good father... Waterloo, find out who killed me' thing?" Shawn replied.
"Yeah. Kinda heavy for dying words."
Shawn shook his head. "Nah, he wasn't close enough. Didn't catch any of it. That kind of line usually means something big."
Sam took a deep breath, trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. I know I'm seeing them, but am I really here? he thought. Is this some kind of weird dream?
Yet, as he considered it more, things began to click into place. The companies he knew from his previous world didn't exist here—or at least, not exactly. Small details had always been slightly off, but he had never paid enough attention to connect the dots. Could he ever have imagined that TV characters would be casually walking around in his new reality?
He felt a strange mixture of disbelief and excitement bubbling inside him. This is actually happening, he realized. I'm really living in a world mixed with TV universes.
When he snapped out of his thoughts, Samuel saw the rest of the police officers arriving. They all looked oddly familiar—just like the characters from the show. Lassiter was already red-faced, yelling at Shawn about how he'd obviously cheated and their bet "didn't count," while Chief Vick calmly moved around the wreckage. Juliet stood off to the side, watching Shawn with a small smile, clearly impressed.
That's when they noticed him too.
"Hey, who's the kid?" Lassiter barked, pointing accusingly at Samuel.
Before Shawn could respond, Gus quickly said, "We don't know. When we entered the plane, he was just a minute behind us."
Samuel gave an awkward wave. Great, he thought. Now I'm officially part of the episode.
Welp, if I'm seeing them here, then this wasn't an ordinary plane crash—it was probably murder. That's how these episodes always went. He almost chuckled. I guess I'm in for the classic Psych rollercoaster ride.
Deciding it was best to introduce himself, Samuel stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Samuel Shore. I live around here with my uncle. I saw the plane go down and thought I'd come check if I could help, but it looks like it wasn't necessary."
Lassiter narrowed his eyes. "Oh, so that's how it is, Spencer! You found this kid, and he helped you get to the plane first. I knew you couldn't have beaten me here without help!"
Samuel blinked, a little stunned. Lassiter really is just like the show, he thought. Zero percent humor. But seeing him this mad in person is kind of hilarious.
Before more could be said, Chief Vick turned to Samuel. "Do you need to call someone to let them know you're here?"
Samuel nodded. "Yeah, it's probably smart to call my uncle."
About fifteen minutes later, Michael came driving up the trail, when he came out of his truck he was sweaty and winded. His eyes locked on Samuel.
"Sam! Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm fine," Samuel said, smiling. "I saw the plane go down and ran to check it out."
Michael looked around at the scene—police, wreckage, and the oddball team of psychic detectives—and sighed. "This is... more than I expected."
Then, raising an eyebrow, he asked, "How did you even get here so fast? I came on my truck and the trail was rough."
Samuel shrugged. "I went for a run. When I saw the plane going down, I just kept running."
Jesus, he thought to himself. What kind of genes does Oliver Queen have? It didn't even feel that far. Or maybe I was just really focused.
Chief Vick, overhearing, turned toward him. "You saw the plane go down?"
"Yeah," Samuel nodded. "I was just doing my morning routine when I heard a loud engine overhead. A few minutes later, I saw it crash."
Spencer looked at Gus and whispered something, then suddenly clutched his head dramatically.
"The spirits—they're communicating with me!" he cried, stumbling back a few steps.
Everyone turned toward him as he froze, eyes wide with mock shock. "The spirits say... this was no accident. It was murder!"
Samuel watched the display, trying not to laugh. A real-life vision? Do people actually buy this? he thought. It's so random.
He saw Chief Vick giving it real thought, while Lassiter practically exploded.
"It's a crash, Spencer!" he shouted. "There was one person in the plane. How is that murder?"
Samuel couldn't help himself. He stepped forward. "Uh, actually... I think something was wrong with the plane. I've seen a lot of planes fly over before. This one was already flying too low."
He wasn't even sure why he said it. I mean, I already heard the plane, but didn't think much of it, he admitted to himself. But now that I know this is a TV world? Yeah... this has to be an episode. Might as well play along.
Spencer turned toward him, eyes narrowing slightly. Wait a second, he thought. Did he notice something off about the plane, too? He glanced at the crash again. I saw something weird with the height meter... speedometer... whatever it's called. I bet Gus knows it.
Chief Vick stepped forward, nodding at Michael. "If we need any more help from your nephew, we'll let you know."
Samuel turned to Shawn. "Guess this is where we say goodbye."
Shawn offered him a grin. "Hey, Tarzan, thanks for the assist. Keep an eye out. Something tells me you've got a knack for showing up at just the right moment."
Samuel smiled and gave him a nod before heading off with Michael.
As they got into the truck, Michael let the engine rumble to life and glanced sideways at Samuel. "So there were really some odd characters in there. Do they just let anyone join the police now, or... was that a circus troupe?"
Samuel smirked. "Hard to say. Pretty sure a few of them walked off a TV set."
Michael raised an eyebrow but didn't push further. He just shook his head, chuckling softly. "Only you, kid. Only you."
When they got home, Samuel quietly told his uncle he was tired and went straight to his room. There was a lot to unpack from today.
If Psych is here, he thought as he sat at his desk, how many more secret places are out there?
It was 2009.
He opened his laptop, his fingers hesitating for just a second before typing.
Let's see what else this world has hidden.
(Hi guys,thanks so much for the positive comments and support!This is my first novel and your encouragment means the world! Can't wait to write more and explore this world with you.....There is a lot more coming.)