You'd woken up alone on a pile of decomposing wooden planks, blinking slowly as the high noon sun assaulted your eyes. Wherever you were, it was empty. You sit up, looking around in vain for Sam, who you'd fallen asleep with and usually did, but finding nothing but a rolling tumbleweed. There was something bad in the air. You could feel such a strong sense of foreboding. You definitely hadn't gotten drunk and wandered to some weirdo place like this. You were sure you'd been perfectly sober when you went to sleep. Even if you hadn't been, there was no way Sam would've let you out of his sight. You sigh, getting up and wobbling a bit before regaining your balance, squinting into the distance as you see a tall figure.

"Sammy…?"

You murmur, hopping down from the decaying bed as he gets closer.

"Where the hell are we?"

Sam asks once he's in view, jogging to your side as soon as his eyes verify that it's you.

"I don't know."

You wince, stretching your back out. Sam's gaze softens and his fingers move to massage your shoulders.

"You slept on that, honey?"

You shrug.

"Guess I did. Not really comfortable. Wouldn't recommend."

Sam smiles.

"Didn't sleep as good as you do in my arms, huh?"