"I found your bomber," Colter said. "I got his name." He could see Goodwin's surprise and happiness on the camera.

"You do?" she asked, clarifying. Her excitement was shining through.

"Derek Frost. He's in a white van at the Glenbrook station parking. The tag number is 5CGY847."

"All right," Goodwin said. To the people behind her she said, "Move, people!"

"Goodwin? There's a radioactive device in the van. Some type of bomb."

"Thank you, Captain," Goodwin gushed. This was brilliant. Just brilliant.

"You're now off the clock," Rutledge said, smiling. He had come up after hearing the news.

"About our deal?" Colter asked.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd have forgotten about that," he said.

"I want something else now."

"Oh, what is it?"

"I wanna go back in and save the people on the train first," Colter said.

"It doesn't work like that," Rutledge said.

"I know, I'm just...I am asking you to let me try," Colter went on. Rutledge got sidetracked by the news that was broadcasting the arrest of Derek Frost. Then he was off celebrating. Goodwin remained.

"He's not gonna send me back in, is he?" Colter asked.

"The program isn't designed to change the past, it's supposed to change the future," Goodwin answered. "And you have done that."

"But I missed something. I was supposed to stop the train from blowing up, but it still did," Colter insisted. "There has to be a second detonator out there, one I missed."

"It's a computer program, Captain. Everyone on that train is lost," Goodwin said.

"They don't have to be," Colter argued.

"I'll ask Rutledge..."

"No, I'm asking you, not Rutledge. Send me back in. Please. Send me back in, and then shut me off. Just eight minutes." Colter watched her hesitate and think about it. Then a look of resolve crossed her face.

"At the end of this source code, I'll turn off your life support. You won't come back," she said finally.

"I'm gonna save them, Goodwin," Colter said.

"It was an honor working with you, Captain," Goodwin smiled. "Good luck."

...

"We're back," Christina breathed. "Why did it take so much longer this time?"

"I had to convince them to let me come back," Colter replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to save us all."

"How?" she asked.

"I know who it is and how and why. I'll be less than eight minutes," Colter told her. "Then you and I are gonna go for that coffee."

"Okay," Christina blushed. Even though he was Sean and looked like Sean, she could tell it was a different person inside of him. She wished she had gotten to know this Colter Stevens when he was alive and in his own body. She wasn't even sure why she was believing all of this anyway. Somehow, it didn't matter. Sean/Colter was going to save them and stop them from dying again.

...

Colter retrieved the gun first, then he went up to the bomb and unplugged the first phone. Then he reached at the back and found a second phone, which he also unplugged. Satisfied, he went to find Derek. It wasn't hard.

"Hey, Derek," Colter said, grabbing him by the arm and starting to haul him off. "I don't believe this is your stop."

"You dropped this," another guy said, handing Derek his wallet as they walked.

"Let's go, you son of a bitch," Colter said, yanking Derek somewhere private. "Game over. Understand?" He handcuffed Derek securely before taking Derek's phone and making a call. Derek just watched in shock the whole time.

"Hi," Colter said on the phone. "This is Derek Frost. I have a nuclear device in a white van at the Glenbrook station. I am currently chained to a pole on the 944 train en route to the Chicago station. I am a disturbed, disgusting human being, and I need to be locked up for the rest of my life." Colter hung up and looked at Derek.

"No burying the world in rubble today," Colter said. "You mind if I borrow this?" He didn't wait for an answer and just took Derek's phone. He had a phone call to make. One he should have made sooner.

...

Christina waited on pins and needles. She was anxious. Had Sean saved them? Then suddenly, he was there, and he was smiling.

"Well?" she asked, standing up.

"We did it," he grinned. She squealed and threw her arms around him, laughing.

"But, wait," she said. "What happens to you now?"

"I don't know," he confessed. "This is new to me." Christina didn't really know what she was feeling. She missed Sean, but Colter was also seeming like a nice guy. This was going to take some getting used to.

"So, is Sean really dead?" she asked. She had to know.

"I think so. Technically, you all are," Colter answered. "But I'm hoping I changed the fate of everyone aside from Sean. I'm really sorry I couldn't save him."

"Well, you had to use someone's body," Christina said. "I'm glad it was his. That way, I get to know you." Colter smiled at her. He looked down at his watch while the comedian started doing his bit.

"Has it been past eight minutes?" she asked.

"Right...now," he answered. They both looked up and around. Nothing happened. The train kept moving as usual. No explosions, no death. Christina had never felt so relieved.

"Can I ask a favor?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Where is the bomber?"

"Why?"

"I want to say something to him," she insisted. Colter nodded and took her to where Derek was crying and chained up. He looked up at her as she knelt in front of him. Then she socked him in the face as hard as she could. Derek cried out in pain. Colter was mightily impressed.

"That's for killing me!" she shouted at Derek, who now looked confused.

"You about done?" Colter asked, laughing.

"Yes," she answered. "Let's go." They went back to their seats and waited for the next stop.

...

"So, what do we do now?" she asked when the train stopped again.

"Wanna get a cup of coffee?" Colter suggested. She smiled.

"I have never wanted a cup of coffee so badly in my life," she laughed. They exited the train and set off into the world together. Colter hoped Goodwin had received his text message. He had also called his father and pretended to be a friend calling with condolences. Things were right again. Colter looked over at Christina, who was looking back at him. He couldn't believe his luck that such a woman would readily accept that he was someone else, but he was so grateful. He took in a deep breath and kept walking. This was his life now. He couldn't wait.

The End