Another Sam, the lights go out, and Roy checks his phone

Staring at the touchpad, Roy saw that apparently "Randomize" was a toggle setting, because as soon as he hit "Re-Engage", the options scrambled again. If he wasn't so freaked out at the events of the last fifteen minutes, he'd probably be frustrated at this device's horribly designed user interface. The machine made that strange whirring hum again, the light poured out from behind the door, and Roy silently prayed that nothing too horrible happened.

Unfortunately, at the same time as the expected loud CRACK sounded out and the light from the machine disappeared, the bright white LED lights strung on the ceiling went out, plunging the room into total darkness.

As the door to the booth opened, he heard Sam mutter, "Ah, dang again. Must've tripped the circuit breaker." Roy still had enough of his wits about him to recognize that the voice was still unmistakably feminine, and a moment later heard Sam walk across the room to where he assumed the staircase was. "I'll be right back, Roy. The breaker's in the garage," she called to him, as her footsteps moved up the stairs, and a moment later he saw a small amount of light pour in as Sam walked out the door at the top.

Again, he had to sigh out of exasperation. At this rate, he might as well just fess up to screwing with the randomize button in the first place. Without actually knowing how any of this stuff worked, he really had no chance of getting Dude Sam back. He needed to calm down, and examine this rationally. Well, as rationally as he could muster, at least. Rationality and genetic time travel (or... whatever this thing did) didn't seem to be particularly close bedfellows. Hell, they're probably not even staying in the same hotel.

Roy had a sudden idea, and pulled out his phone. He knew he had to have some pictures of Sam saved on it somewhere. He was pretty much Sam's only friend, and he was reasonably certain they had taken a selfie or something together at some point. Sure enough, he found what he was looking for; a selfie of Roy and Sam at their high school graduation, wearing their black caps and gowns. And, as he expected, the Sam depicted was the original Dude Sam! After all, thinking logically, if he could remember Sam by being within five feet of the device, then everything that was nearby must've been unaffected by the change.

But before he could pat himself on the back too hard, the lights to the room came back on. And Roy, reminded of the current Sam and what she was doing, had a thought; just how different was this new Sam? He'd need her help to get her back to being Dude Sam, but if she couldn't remember being Dude Sam in the first place, would she even want to go back? As Roy looked back down at the picture, again, he felt the heavy weight of guilt settle into his stomach.

The door to the basement opened back up a moment later. "Sorry about that," said Sam somewhat sheepishly, "I'm going to need to pop open the RTMD and double check the internal components. Again, I must apologize at the state of affairs of what I thought was a finished device."

Roy looked up from his phone to answer Sam with a simple, "No problem," but the words got caught in his throat as he regarded the figure in front of him.

This New Girl Sam was just as tall, if not a little bit taller, than the last one, certainly clearing six feet. She was still wearing glasses, she still had freckles dotting her cheeks, and her white lab coat was still in place. But beyond that, it was like another person. Her hair was longer now, about to her shoulders, and dyed a light purple (maybe lavender, Roy wasn't much of an expert on colors), and she had a ring pierced through her right eyebrow. Her eyebrows were also apparently dyed, but a darker shade of purple, which complemented her deep blue eyes quite nicely. Her lips were adorned with deep red-violet lipstick, which was odd because Roy couldn't see any other makeup on her face. Of course, Roy didn't spend all that much time looking at her face, because the rest of her body was incredible. She was wearing a black sheer T-shirt, and it must've been a bit small on her, because he could see most of her midriff. Despite Sam being the nerdiest person Roy knew, this Sam was apparently a fan of the gym, because she had some damn fine abs! Above that, the yellow vintage logo on the shirt (some band Roy hadn't heard of called "Cattle Mutilation") was stretched to the rafters by her gigantic breasts. Roy was no expert on bra sizes, but they were certainly the largest ones he'd ever seen on someone with a build this slim; they were definitely larger than an E, and considering her height, they were probably even bigger than they seemed. And to top it all off, even from the front, he could tell this girl did squats; her ample thighs, which were stuffed tight into her black denim jeans, could more than attest to that.

Roy stood there, his mouth agape for a moment, as Sam walked past him to the desk and began digging around in the tool drawer again, apparently completely oblivious to his gawking. "I have a little bit of trouble fitting around the back of the device," she said, disregarding Roy's shock, "so if you could squeeze back there and unplug it so I can check the internals safely, I would greatly appreciate it."

Roy quickly stuffed his smartphone back in his pocket, and moved around to the side of the machine, sidling to make his way to the back. His questions about the device and Sam could wait for a little bit. When a woman like that asked you to something, you didn't ask questions; you just did it.