This wasn't what you had expected from a case in Vegas. Sam and you had been pretty excited, since you'd never been to Vegas before and damn did Sam want to take you out. The both of you rarely had time for dates because of hunting, and Sam had found the best italian restaurant in the city just for you. But the reservation was for an hour ago. And you were gone. The four of you (Jo had crashed the case) had been investigating an apartment complex due to disappearing women, and now you were one of them too. Sam was distraught. Even more so after Jo had figured out that the entity that took you was the ghost of H.H. Holmes. They had already established that the ghost was taking its victims through the crawl spaces in the walls, and you were claustrophobic. Sam was worried to death about you. He knew you were strong and brave and could handle yourself but there was no way you were keeping it together wherever you were. When the three of them finally found you, you were literally trapped in a coffin. Sam was probably panicking more than you were as he looked through the cracks at your shivering form.

"Honey, I'm here. M'gonna getcha out, okay? Just breathe for me, just breathe."