ship in a bottle

SAMUEL

Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time

Not noticing the implication there in the stare, Sam smiled and nodded, looking over to Edwyn with naught but a polite smile. "Oh, no, of course not! Actually, it's quite nice to have someone to talk to." His expression changed into something a little more genuine as he expressed this and thought it over; he had wanted more friends in the Hollowed Grounds, especially Ascended, and Edwyn seemed to be as friendly as they came.

"I don't really care for it all either, but I seem to get pulled into it no matter what I do..." Sam sighed, staring down at the road; how he wished he could squirrel away and write and never worry about the Ascended's issues again, but it seemed that he was unable to; the Voice would call him, or Wessex would insist, or he'd feel obligated through some moral string-pulling...there was always something. "What kind of books have you been writing? I could always sell them in my store for you, if you wanted."

Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly