You and Sam were currently in a cheap motel room, in a heated make-out session. You sat on his lap, his large hands tugging at your long ginger hair.

He just knew you as a hippie chick—a hot one, at that. And you knew him as some guy trying to find his brother, that was apparently ‘taken from a UFO’.

Yet, you definitely caught his interest once you chimed in, saying you wanted to ‘help’—but the different kind of help.