Sam had just been killed by Dream in his own prison. He was pacing around a secluded area in the forest. He then slid down against a tree with his hands gripping his hair. He regretted all the things he has done, everything.

"What if it.. wasn't for the greater good.?"

Sam sighed and continued gripping his hair with his hands, he needed someone, just anyone. But nobody cared for him anymore. Not even Ponk. (Considering he had ripped his left arm off).