Sam's reality. A truckstop motel somewhere near Cape Canaveral, Florida. Trying to heal.

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Sam woke to the sound of Petra's 'This Means War' from Rob's room and stared blankly at Leeroy for a few moments before rolling away from him and grabbing her crutches to make her way into the bathroom so that she could run some cold water and rub it on her face. The dreams had filled her sleep again, but she was still too numb to really care.

The days since Mathias' funeral all seemed to blur together; all she really remembered of them was staying close to Leeroy and trying to be supportive at the same time as she sought comfort herself. Her world had become a dark dream, and right now she couldn't see her way out of it.

She frowned at herself in the mirror, then touched the tub and found it cool. Setting aside her crutches, she got into it and settled down to stare at the ceiling, tuning out the old rock song and everything else but Leeroy's sleeping thoughts.

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When he turned over his voice was like ice.

"What."

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Rob scowled. "Where is she? I've never heard her scream like that. Where is she??"

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Leeroy rose.

"I don't know. And I'm tired of always having to find out."

Before Rob could say or do anything, he'd socked the younger man in the jaw and had run out the door.

Then he, too, was gone.

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Rob fell back stunned, crushing the table and landing on his gun, then shook his head and rolled onto his side to pray and try to get his head to stop spinning.