What the hell were you doing? One minute you were at the Gala in Brink’s memory and the minute after you were — quite literally — passing through walls to save someone? Well, this someone was actually Sam, Luke’s little brother.

And fuck, how you missed Luke; the one that had been your best friend since your first year at God-U. He had helped you so much more than you could say, always had the right words to tell you.

So when Andre came to get you, told you about the situation… of course you had said yes.

Yet, it didn’t mean you were confident in what was happening — your ability to pass through surfaces was a plus in the plan, making you able to get inside Sam’s cell with Emma (that you couldn’t even see). The young man had been surprised to see you, thinking you were only an hallucination.

And everything was going fine, you were all ready to leave before you blinked and Emma had killed a guard, alerting more. It was carnage and the three of you were covered in blood when you finally left to hide in a old, abandoned drive-in.

Emma had left you alone with Sam; saying something along the line of I have to tell Andre we weren’t dead! and just… ran away.

Sam was curiously silent, looking at you with big open eyes, just like a puppy would. Every time you moved, he flinched like he was about to follow you around. After a while in the awkward silence, he talked to you.

“Are you… really real? Because like— you’re so pretty, and you helped me? I don’t even know your name. What’s your name?” he stopped after rambling. “I talk too much, right?” he scratched his cheek, dry blood was staining it.