Hearing Wessex returning and Rexanna yell out that she'd found something again, Sam was beginning to feel pretty pressured to turn out some metal, so he wasn't the only one not to find any. It was clear that looking on the floor wasn't going to turn up anything, so he glanced towards the ceiling - beams held it up. Possibly, if there had once been storage up there...?
Standing atop the wobbly table, Sam slowly straightened up into the dark roof, trying not to make a face as cobwebs danced around his hair. Reaching out along the beams, he tried to feel for anything left behind; not even anything big. Just something so he wasn't so embarrassingly empty handed.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
