times they are achangin'

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? When Letha held out her hand she would indeed feel Sam, as real and solid as if he was still visible before her; with a soft laugh he slowly faded himself back in again, not minding the touch from one of his family just learning about herself and her people. "You...don't have to do anything in specific. Just help the Voice with what she asks us, which is usually exploring for her or finding things, stay faithful, and it'll happen." Since she'd been so amazed with his one ability, he found himself wanting to show off a little bit. "Recently I received a very special power indeed from The Voice, though I haven't found much cause to use it so far." From his pocket he pulled out a piece of paper he'd written his last shopping list on and ripped it in the middle, to where it was almost in two. Then quickly he laid his fingers on it and the tear mended itself, the book stitching itself back together until it appeared the same as it had been. "...It only works on smaller items, but having the ability to change time...it's.." Sam let out an amazed sigh, still reeling from this particular power.