it's been an hour since they all fled the massive wave that crushed new york.

sam walked through the library, handing out warm clothes and blankets, when he spotted you in a far corner of the hall.

he carefully approached you. "Hey..." He muttered. "Do you... need one?" He asked and held out a blanket for you.

you startled when he spoke but shook your head. "No, thanks." You mumble.

sam frowns. "Are you sure?" He insisted. "Is there anything else you might need?"