Samuel
With his hideout made but not currently necessary (he hoped. Things were at a tense level, but he still felt he could walk into town without being tied to a stake. But for how long, he didn't know) Sam was headed back home, wanting to speak to Nate and have a quiet night to think over everything he had learnt and realised in the last few days.His hands turning over each other as he walked he was lost in his own thoughts, not noticing the stars in the sky or anyone else on the path before him.
Luckily, there weren't many people out this late -- at least, not until he found himself bumping right into someone. Sam stumbled back, immediate apologies pouring out of his mouth in a panic as he held up his hands. "Oh, I--I'm sorry, I didn't...I was too distracted, it's my fault."
You say time will wash every tower to the sea
And now you've got this worry in your heart
