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I know it's not fair,

but I personally
blame Mallory for this.

What did I do now?

Ever since you joined
us, we've vortexed into toxic world,

and Kromagg world,

and a couple of war worlds,

and a world of corporate giants.

Literally.

Yeah.
Those guys were big.

And now this.

You know, the
ecosystem of Southern California

is actually a desert.

It accounts for the temperature
extremes between night and day.

You know, I once read

that every tree in the San
Fernando valley is imported.

And now, for our final
game of double jeopardy

where the questions
are even tougher...

Oh, man!

Well, if it had to be a desert,

why not a desert resort?
Golf course, swimming pool,

drinks inside of coconuts,
hot and cold running maids.

I get the feeling
somebody's watching us.

From what?
A satellite?

I thought I saw somebody up
on the top of that hillside there.

That ridge, a few moments ago.

How much longer
have we got here?

Three days.

Well if we don't
find water soon,

we won't make it one day.

Hey, there's a camp
down there. Look.

Hey!

Hey, can you help us?

Thank you.
Thank you. You saved our lives.

What are you people doing
out here without water?

It's this bozo's fault.

I told you we needed more
water when we left the hotel.

Well, who said this was just a
short hike and we didn't need a map?

We were out exploring, and
then suddenly we were lost.

This is a very dangerous
place to be taking a hike.

Well, uh, we don't
have a caravan

moving out of the zone
for at least another week.

You're welcome to stay
here if you're prepared to work.

- What kind of work?
- I'm Jack Bigelow.

Forensic paleontologist. I'm
from the University of Yukon.

This is my dig.

And we can always use
a few more volunteers.

Well, I'm Rembrandt Brown,
this is Maggie, Mallory and Diana.

I'm afraid we don't know
much about paleontology.

You know how to use a shovel?

Well, I've dug
my share of ditches.

Well I haven't. Uh,
I'm a physicist by trade.

Doctor.
Doctor Diana Davis.

Ah, well, then I'm sure you're going to
be very interested in our research, Doctor.

We've uncovered what
we think is an ancient

but, apparently, a very
advanced civilization.

You care to have a look?

- Why not?
- Huh? All right, this way.

This is Gwen Palmer.

One of my best students, sort
of a head wrangler on this dig.

I don't think the natives
are all that friendly.

Who are they mad at?
Us or the diggers?

Funding on a project
like this is always tough,

the locals cost a fortune,

and you can't get volunteers
to work in the badlands.

Ah. I like it already. Must
be 20 degrees cooler in here.

We think this was some kind
of communal gathering place,

perhaps even some kind of
religious shrine, a meeting place.

Is this what I think it is?

Yeah, I think so.

The Chandler Hotel.

What if you found
a portal to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into
a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year
and you're the same person

but everything else
is different?

And what if you can't
find your way home?

Sliders.

Think we should tell the
professor the only religion

practiced around here involved
a lot of scotch and soda?

I don't know if
he's ready for that.

I guess something really radical must
have happened to the climate on this world.

Yeah, like the poles
swapping places.

North went south, so to speak.

Can they do that?

Well, they've done
it. Several times.

And that can cause oceans and
deserts to be in different places?

More like some kind
of axial shifting.

That was my thinking.

So, Doctor Bigelow is certain

that this is not just part
of an isolated building.

He thinks we may be on
the periphery of a vast city

that was here
before the cataclysm.

Interesting theory.

Careful, don't break it.

What is it?

Wow!

I think it's some kind
of ceremonial goblet.

Probably used in rituals
conducted in this very room.

Probably late renaissance.

Good work.
Bag it, make an entry.

Late renaissance.
You mean 16th century?

Be my guess. They weren't
making those glass handles

until after 1590 when the big glass plants
went into production in West Virginia.

Somehow the technology on
this world is a lot like our own.

But it happened 400 years ago.

Okay, guys, why don't you come with
me and we'll find you some equipment

and uh, show you where to dig.

Great. Dig.

Guys, can I ask you something?

Sure.

Uh, you said you left
the hotel to go for a hike.

That's right.

Well, the nearest hotel is in Seattle
and that's about four days away.

Maggie, I guess you ought
to tell her the truth.

Well, um...

We're on a secret mission.

A government project.
Very classified.

Oh.

We weren't sure if we could
trust you when we first got here.

But now we think you're okay.

Yeah we're from, um, Mexico.

You eat well,
I'll give you that.

Doctor Bigelow insists on that.

These digs are hard
enough as it is.

Especially out here
in the badlands.

What is with that guy?

He's staring at me
off and on all day.

Maybe he's a fan.

The packers are natives from
the fringe area of the badlands.

It's about the only part of
the zone that's habitable.

Doctor Bigelow doesn't really trust
them, he says they just want money.

They seem okay to me, though.

Oh, look, they're back.

And I think they've found
something. Excuse me.

I thought you said
you were a ditch digger.

I didn't use a spoon.

Well, an archeological dig is a very
fragile place. You can't use a shovel.

Well,

From what I was able to gather
in bits and pieces over the day,

it's just like you said,

the temperate
zones on this world

are up in Canada
and down in South America.

Pretty much everything that's south
of Montana is a desert like this one.

Apparently something
they call the cataclysm

caused some kind of
ecological disaster.

The technology on this world developed
several hundred years before ours.

Over-developed, in fact.

And how exactly the Chandler
Hotel got caught in this time warp,

I haven't figured out yet.

Yeah, Gwen told me that they
weren't just looking for artifacts.

They think they're gonna learn something
about the technology of the culture

that was here before
the cataclysm.

So this is low-tech world.

It is now.

Well, that explains the mules.

Mr. Brown, Doctor. Here,
come have a look at this.

We've been having a little discussion
about what this might have been.

I believe it's made of iron, and
the base appears to be concrete.

Which leads me to believe
that it's meant to be upright.

And it has a slot
under the window.

Now, Gwen believes
it's for coins of some kind.

But did they go in or do
they come out of the slot?

Well, it says right here
"limit two hours."

Curious. Now
would "limit" be a noun or a verb?

And... And why only two hours?

I mean, what would happen
once that time ran out?

Uh, I'm only guessing here,
but I think when you insert a coin

you buy a certain
amount of time.

Uh, that's what the other
numbers in the window indicate.

- Buy time?
- To what end?

Oh, maybe it's some kind of a bond
that you have to post to do something.

Like shop?

Okay. What are
we gonna call it?

How about "Meter"?

No, I...
It's too inexact.

I mean, that could
really mean anything.

Until I can take it apart
and examine the mechanism,

let's call it the "Coin
Operated Time Dispenser."

And again, I would say
it is late renaissance.

Or late Rodeo Drive.

She's a real kidder.

All they would tell me

was that they were from some
secret government program in Mexico.

The authorities there are well
aware of what I'm doing out here.

I have all the
necessary permits.

I think these people
are from somewhere else.

But what do they want with us?

And how did they get all
the way out here on foot?

No mule train.

I don't know.

But as long as they
don't cause any trouble,

they're just four extra
sets of hands for my dig.

And if we get through the north wall of
the temple tomorrow we'll need them.

You know, I saw the tall one
talking to one of the packers tonight.

What on Earth about?

I couldn't hear.

But, I think it might have
been some kind of joke.

He told a joke to a packer?

That's very strange.

Stay close to them tomorrow.

If you overhear
anything, let me know.

This is starting
not to be fun anymore.

As opposed to when it was?

It's silly to do all this work.

We already know where
we are and what this stuff is.

Why don't we just tell them?

Ah, look, they're
already suspicious of us.

You don't think they bought the
government project story, do you?

We just keep our heads down for one
more day and we can slide out of here.

Hey, guys, look at this.

What is it?

Looks like a timer.

Not a timer. Our timer.

What does that mean?

That we were here before.

Or somebody a lot like us.

Well,
it sure looks like our timer.

Well, I won't be able
to tell until I can take it apart

and I can't do that here.

So, are you suggesting that our
duplicates on this world are sliders?

Were sliders.

And if I'm right about
the parallel development

of this world being
temporally off-set,

then our duplicates were here...

Four hundred years ago.

I just had a warm
and fuzzy thought.

It would take something
pretty cataclysmic

for us to just leave our
timer lying in the dust.

What if our duplicates
died here?

Well, it's certainly possible.

Or more to the point, what's
gonna happen this go-round?

We're through!

I think it's the tomb.

I think you should go first.

There were legends that
the Tolucans who lived here

had a great hoard
of gold treasure

and the Spanish
conquistadores were after it,

but they never found it.

My theory is they
were buried with it.

My theory is we should
close this up and go far away.

We have encountered some
of these booby traps before.

Very primitive.

Professor, what is it?

Amazing.

Looks like some kind
of suspended animation.

Maybe frozen.

Are you familiar
with this technology?

I've read about it but I've never
seen anything like this before.

This is a technology
that was lost in the cataclysm.

There are hints in the Saga of
the Tolucans about a frozen deity,

but it was always
considered mythical.

This is no myth.

That guy's over 400 years old?

And someone very special to
have been so carefully preserved.

I think, we may be
in the presence of royalty.

Now, aren't you
jumping to conclusions?

This is probably just
some rich guy who

wanted to be thawed out after they
found a cure to whatever killed him.

You and your friends
stumble out of the badlands

with some flimsy story
about getting lost.

You push a wheelbarrow
around for an afternoon

and now you're an
authority on archeology.

She doesn't mean to crowd you.

It's just that you might be
over-reacting to some of this stuff.

Like the parking meter.

Parking meter?

So have you seen one before?

Well...

Um, my friends and I were

discussing the artifact
last night,

and I remembered
reading an article about

a time in Canada when real
estate, even small pieces,

used for horses or wagons,
were taxed by the state.

And the taxes were
enforced by uniformed thugs

who would cite you if you stayed even
a minute longer than the contracted time.

Well...

Whoever he was, this is the
most important find of the dig so far.

I need to make a thorough
examination of the body.

- You mean an autopsy?
- Yes.

First, the body has to be
brought out of suspension.

We can perform a topical
examination at the time,

followed by a dissection.

You're qualified to do that?

Well he's a forensic
paleontologist.

Look you just can't
start carving on somebody.

I mean, don't you
need permission?

From whom?

The government,
his family, somebody.

Doesn't he have any rights?

He has been dead
for a very long time.

Did the people who found
the mummies in Egypt

need permission to open them up?

Look, I don't know, Professor,
but I'm sure they removed the body

into a fully equipped lab
supervised by the government.

Don't you want to keep him
preserved until you can do the same?

The nearest lab
is 600 miles away

and even if we had something
large enough to transport it,

how would we
keep the system going?

Wait a minute.

You don't know what kind of
technology was involved here.

What if he isn't dead?
Dissecting him could be murder.

Let me remind you,

you are here at my pleasure.

This is my dig

I make the decisions here.

Pardon me, sir.

Yeah.

Forgive me for
disturbing your eminence.

My name is Escobar.

I'm Rembrandt.

And I'm not "your eminence."
I'm just a guy like you.

The elders said that
you would say that.

Fine. So what's
on your mind?

These lands are the
domain of the spirits

of those caught in a
great storm a long time ago.

We call it the cataclysm.

So I've heard.

Professor Bigelow
and his people,

they're making these
spirits very angry.

Yeah, well, he's not
making me very happy either.

There have been others
who came seeking treasure.

No one ever found anything.

And many didn't live
to return home.

Bigelow mentioned
something about a lost tribe

that lives here somewhere.

Now could these be the descendants
of the people who built all of this?

The people who once lived
here before the cataclysm?

If Professor Bigelow
destroys the guardian,

he will be destroyed.

You are the only one
who can stop him.

By morning it should be thawed
enough to begin my examination.

Escobar, take your
people to the surface.

I don't want anyone down here
while this body is being examined.

Shall we have dinner and
discuss the day's great find?

"By morning it should
be thawed enough."

He's talking like it's nothing
but a Thanksgiving turkey.

Well, this is a pretty
big find for him.

Whatever. It just
doesn't seem right.

You know, one of those
packers mentioned that

there's going to be some serious
trouble if Bigelow cuts this body open.

I don't know about you but,

I wouldn't want my grandmother

dug up and shown
as a museum exhibit.

Well would you have rather
have left the mummies in the tomb?

What if we're next?

What if our duplicates are
somewhere frozen in another chamber?

You want to watch
Bigelow carve them up too?

Look, we don't know what
happened to our duplicates, okay?

And maybe we never will.

Well, if something
were to happen,

I would only hope
that a courageous group

of sliders would come
along and save us.

Look, these people took us
in, they gave us food and water.

Where would we be
right now if they hadn't?

I think we ought to let
them mind their business

and we mind our own.

We lay low and slide out
when the time comes.

This isn't our world.

Well, that packer also
said that the professor was

disturbing the spirits that
live here in the chamber.

Do you believe that?

Doesn't matter if I do.

Only matters that
they do. Come on.

Mr. Brown and friends, I, uh...

I want to apologize for my
behavior earlier today.

In the excitement
of the discovery,

I'm afraid, I was
a very poor host.

So, you'll reconsider
the autopsy?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I have respect for your
concerns for propriety,

but I'm afraid, in
this instance, the, uh,

circumstances, that, uh,

the scientific interest
must, uh, prevail.

But I assure you that all formal
diagnostic, uh, protocols will be observed.

Well, I'm sure the
family will appreciate that.

So, you've, uh, seen our work
up close for the last couple of days.

What about your work?

What do you mean?

Well, you told me that

you were part of a
secret government project.

The professor and I
would just like to know

a little bit more about that.

Well, uh, like we
said, it's secret.

Well, that
really won't do, Mr. Mallory.

Uh, four strangers come
out of the desert,

hundreds of miles from
any speck of civilization,

saying that they've
been lost on a hike.

And then claiming to be part

of some secret
government project.

From Mexico, yet.

Who are you really?
What are you doing here?

Well, I suppose we owe you that.

Be careful.

We are part of an
advanced experiment

in trans-dimensional
quantum travel.

- Diana.
- Beg your pardon?

Our movements are enabled
by a particle accelerator

that allows us to travel from
one dimension to another

via wormholes.

We are in this dimension for a
short time and then we move on.

You're telling me that you
came out of nowhere?

Well, from your point of view,
I'm sure it seems like that.

But we did come from somewhere,
another world in the multiverse.

And soon we'll be moving
on to the next one.

Well, I find this, uh, explanation
even less credible than your first one.

Well, you asked for it.

It would have been better
if we just left it a secret.

Well, tomorrow is going
to be a very busy day and

I don't have time
for your fantasies now

any more than I have time
for the fantasies of the workers

who think that I have somehow
interfered with the spirits here.

Mmm.

Well, you're a busy man.

So you can stay the night,
but tomorrow you're leaving.

And whether you go to another
world, or back into the desert,

I frankly don't care.

I will be spending the night in
the chamber guarding the body.

From what?

From anyone who doesn't
agree with my agenda.

Uh, I think I'll, uh...
I'll join him. Excuse me.

Excuse us.

Why'd you have to go
and tell him that?

Well he wasn't gonna believe
anything we said anyway.

It's easier to tell the truth
than make up some big lie.

Besides, we're leaving tomorrow,

let him wonder about it
for the rest of his life.

Well, I was hoping to check out a
few more of those burial chambers.

Rembrandt, you're obsessing.

I have it on the
highest authority

you'll meet your demise
at the hands of a hundred

out of control "Crying Man" fans.

It's a horrible way to go

but we all gotta go sometime.

Right on. Right on.

You know, the packer said, um,

uh, something about
spirits around here.

Yeah.

You think?

No.

The packers are gone.

Hey! Hey!

What's going on?

All the packers have left
and they've taken the mules.

What's that?

Look what they left?

They left us a little
food and water.

Very little.

We've gotta tell the professor.

Professor.

What happened?

Where do you want me to start?

The workers left and they
took the transportation.

- What?
- There's more.

Your big experiment is gone.

No.

You did this.

- You took it, didn't you?
- No!

Wait a minute. Take
it easy, Professor.

I didn't take it.

I don't disagree
with whoever did,

but it wasn't me.

Professor, we have a lot
more to worry about right now.

They left us with very
little food and water.

We've got to go after them.

Your workers did not take him.

Yeah, they were afraid
of him last night.

Well, they got unafraid. Who
else would have done this?

Well, maybe the spirits of the
Tolucans came and got him.

Don't be ridiculous.

Hey, I found him!

He's in the container.

Thank god, thank god.
But who?

Why ask? Just be happy.

I think it'd be a good idea

if you forget about your plans
for him, and just leave him there.

Just let the poor guy
freeze in peace.

Are you insane?

I almost lost the opportunity,
but now I've got it back.

Well, have you given any thought
to how he might have gotten here?

It's like finding a turtle
on top of a fence post.

You know he had help
getting up there.

How do we know he isn't alive and he
didn't get back in there all by himself?

Well, there were talk about
spirits and those howls.

Look, I don't care
how it happened.

I've got him back.

You should care about it.

Somebody, maybe the packers,
obviously wants him back in there.

Yeah, bad enough to
put a lump on your head.

Yeah. Why not just leave well enough
alone before somebody gets hurt,

or even worse?

Maybe they're right, Professor.

You too?

Look, whatever happened last night
was not what I bargained for on this trip.

Frightens me.

Go up and get the
rest of the students.

If I have to continue
alone I will.

What if we don't let you?

I think you should.

Well, this is crazy.

You're willing to shoot
people over an experiment?

This is the greatest
discovery of the century.

I am not going to just
walk away from this.

Believe him.

Look, this has happened
before. People have died.

Remember Egypt? And
remember what my mentor,

Doctor Geiger,
was prepared to do.

Gwen, go bring the rest of them.

I am going to go ahead
with this project.

And to make sure that
you don't interfere with us,

I think all four of you should remain
in here while we continue our work.

Hold on.

You're just gonna leave us
here without food or water?

You will be no worse off than
you were before you found us.

Go. Bring them.

Hey, everyone!

It's useless.

Bigelow must have put something
really heavy over the entrance.

Well, this thing is
useless now, of course,

but I'm convinced
it is our timer.

I just want to keep from being
shot by that guy until we slide.

- How much time?
- Fourteen hours.

Man, I hope this
thing doesn't cave in.

Guys, I found
something over here.

Hope it's not another
parking meter. Forget it.

This isn't part of our hotel.

Must be one of the
buildings next door.

Well, they had some pretty
advanced technology.

On my world this didn't work.

You couldn't re-animate
tissue once it was dead.

Hey, is there
a number on that tube?

Uh, yeah.

It's HAF-99435.

99435...

Here it is.
Let's see...

Well, our member of royalty turns
out to be a Luther Bates McCorkin.

Aged 54,
congestive heart failure.

And there's a lot of other
charts and notes and...

Well, that would be
a guide to the doctors

once they found a
cure for heart disease.

So what did he do?

Let's see.

He was an aluminum siding
salesman. And a Shriner.

Well, that's sort of royalty.

It really makes me wonder
about all those things

that the scientists find
in the ground on my world,

and he jumped to these wild conclusions
about what the people were like.

Yeah. Like the, uh,
parking meter.

Yeah, or the ceremonial goblet.

You know, Remmy, there's
one thing I love about you.

Here we are, trapped
with no food, no water,

there's a mad scientist
with a gun out there,

and you still find
something to laugh about.

Gotta hang in there
until we slide, right?

Without water?

I don't know,
I think Fog Boy's right.

I think there might be
another way outta here.

Okay.

Ah! Hey, guys,
help me with this.

Might be a way out.

Or away into something worse.

It's not like
we have many choices.

Hey, I think we made it.

Now, we just have to get back to
the camp and find that water supply.

Uh... guys...

Hello.

We mean you no harm.

Maybe they don't speak English.

He is The Voice.

He is The Voice.

We're with him.

When I first saw you in the
camp, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Your story has come down
through generations.

Some believed you were
coming back. Some didn't.

Then, when the professor broke
through into the burial chamber

and desecrated the
tomb of the guardian,

it became clear that you
had been sent back to us

to help us restore it and
preserve the sanctity of the shrine.

Look, there's been some
kind of misunderstanding.

I told you before,
I'm just a guy like you.

You are The Voice, the
one who sang of the old time,

the harbinger of the new times,
the return of the land to health.

Pretty good billing.

If I were you, I'd go for it.

My friends and I are lost.

The professor and his
people, they took us in

and in return we helped
them with their work,

until we found out
what that work really was.

When we tried to stop him,

he locked us in this, what
you call this burial chamber.

The violation of the tomb of the guardian
is only the beginning for the professor.

I know he intends to go on
to the chamber of the shrine.

This must not be
allowed to happen.

You will lead us.

Whoa, whoa.
Wait a minute now.

I don't have intend to
lead anybody anywhere.

You've got the wrong guy.

Do I?

Feed them, give them water...

Then The Voice will
lead us into the chamber

to defeat the desecrators.

Well, obviously your alternate
was once a big man in this town.

Four hundred years ago?

How can that be?

Well, on the Earth that I know,

it has sustained some form
of life for maybe 4 billion years.

Humans have been there
for maybe the last 50,000.

Over the course of time, any
variation in the rotation of the Earth

would account for hundreds of years
of slippage in time, one way or the other.

So, even though we don't
travel through time

this Earth may have?

Yeah. And over eons,
400 years is barely a hiccup,

and it could account for the
different technological development.

I been thinking
about that timer.

Maybe we were all here before.

I mean, our alternates.

Well, it's possible,
we may have been,

but obviously Remmy
was the star of the show.

Yeah. They didn't care
too much about us.

How much time before the slide?

Uh, still more than three hours.

Okay, well, look,

I don't want to be The
Voice for these people.

I don't want to lead some kind of
attack on Bigelow and those students.

But I gotta tell you, I don't
know how to get out of it.

I think you should do it.

What?

These people
actually worship you.

They'll listen to
anything you say.

So, you take them down to
the hotel and you tell Bigelow

that you'll turn them loose
on him unless he stops the dig.

He's got a gun.

We've obviously been in
situations like this before,

Remmy, I don't think you
have any other choice.

It's just as I thought.

The professor has found
the chamber of the guardians.

We must hurry.

These people have asked
me to be their voice.

Now I'm here to warn you
not to enter the chamber

and to return the
guardian back to his tomb.

The guardian?

What have these people
been telling you?

This place is holy to them.

They tell me that they are
normally a peaceable people,

but if you continue
with this dig,

your life, and the life of
your people, are in danger.

These people are
superstitious savages.

Doctor Davis,

where would we be if we let people
like this stop the course of science?

If I were you
I'd think about this.

Right now, Remmy can have
these people do anything he wants

and at the moment he
doesn't want to hurt you,

but that could change.

Is it permitted?

Anything is permitted
to The Voice.

You guys want to see
what all this trouble was for?

There wouldn't be any, uh...

It's safe.

Onslaught Records.

That sounds right.

Wow.

This is like the
Hard Rock Cafe, literally.

Was this your ride?

His alternate's ride.

Come on, guys,

let's let the man have a few
moments alone with an old friend.

You know I'll be back. Next
time with a bigger expedition.

You can't stop science.

Well, something
on this world did once.

These people will still be here.

And we will too.

Or people just like us.

All right, let's go.

Well...

Could use a tune-up,
and a good detail job,

but otherwise...

I guess you really have to run it
more often than once every 400 years.

It's time to go, people.

We really gonna do it
here? In front of them?

Why not?

It might make their faith
in The Voice even stronger.

Well, everybody needs
something to believe in.