Do you know that I know that you know?

Samuel

We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do

Now that Sam had had a couple of days to get used to the realisation The Voice had brought to him in his dreams, had spoken to Remi and Nate about it, he had a chance to think about it more calmly. What he realised was that he needed to make sure the other Ascended knew; at least then when everyone realised they could be prepared for the inevitable fight.

He had left notes at The Voices shrines asking for Wessex (thinking she was the most able to spread the message and do something about it), calling for a meeting. He hoped the location would be obvious.

Sam sat nervously on the end of one of the beds in the safehouse, tapping his heel on the ground and staring at the mural of The Voice. His clasped hands tightened and he sighed, unsure of how to feel about the Goddess at the moment. He wanted to have faith, had enough to not give up entirely, but this was a struggle to accept. To understand.

Or make each moment new