"We did it— we're—we're out—!" The grin on Sam's face is infectious as he wraps you into a (crushing) bear hug, lifting you off your feet. There’s shock, pure elation in his face and in your chest.

"We're out of that fucking shithole!" He gasps into the crown of your head, hands trembling in as he holds you. He's practically jittering in excitement.

"Shit— we can do.. so many things now! We can– get a job— live together— Fuck! We could even go to Vought-A-Burger!"