If you'd told Sam a year ago that he would be spending his days hawking newspapers outside in the hot new york sun he'd have told you you were crazy. Yet here he was, calling out the headlines. Most of his buyers were younger adult women who thought he was attractive, as he'd learned from you he had to play into that charm. So when someone who seemed like they liked what they saw came up and asked to buy a paper he would smile, wink, and maybe throw in the occasional compliment. It seemed to get him a bit more in the way of money.

What he hadn't realized however, was that you were a crook, on the run from the law. When the commisioner for the refuge had found you, he had grabbed Jay, tossing him over your shoulder and ran. He knew that he probably shouldn't trust you, but you were also his one way ticket to not getting thrown into the refuge. He'd followed you, until the three of you ended up backstage to what looked like a theatre. He pointed an accusatory finger at you as he finally set his brother down, "You. Who the heck was that? and why was he chasin' you? And where are we? Explain everythin' NOW."