Sam followed behind you, torch in hand with parted lips,

she'd always been intelligent, and somehow even more-so when on the run from a blood-sucking Wendigo in abandoned mines.

The both of you hadn't expected the rekindling visit to the cabin with your friends would turn out this way,

a near death experience, with you all split up like some kind of Scooby Doo Parody.

"What're you thinking?" she whispered.