”I’m busy.”

Sam was indeed busy. He shifted his arm pulling his girlfriend closer knowing full well she didn’t want to be carried over the city like this. A fact that he found amusing one he pointed out on occasion. The voice in his earpiece chirped back aggressively. Sam made a slight jerk with his head in response to the voice.

”No one else?” Sam asked repeating his irritation in his voice. Sam’s good eye shifted to the woman in his arms and he gave an apologetic look. He didn’t say anything till he got the location and made sure no one was listening in to their conversation.

”So, Cora… You know how I said we’d make dinner tonight? Might need to be a later dinner. If that’s alright…” he shifted his weight and his weight shifted as the ice slide started to turn away from the direction of her place and more towards the direction of the water.

”Apparently there is a hostage situation at a chemical plant and I was specifically requested to help with it. I get older and suddenly everyone wants me to help.” he rolled his eye and tried to smirk. ”Mind tagging along? Or I can drop you off somewhere on the way.” Sam said not really sure where a good location was.

Letting Sam create the ice slide was a faster way to travel at this time of day. Well, if you obeyed traffic laws, which seemed to be the respectable thing to do. Cora couldn't help but bemoan the lack of dignity at being carried though. It wasn't bad exactly, but it was hard to keep up appearances at being tough and edgy when being carried, even by ice.

They had been on a few dates since Sam reaged, and maybe that had been what pacified her to accept the carrying. After sparring, and climbing, hiking, and walking around the city with Bruno, he had done most of the things within her anti-relationship comfort level. The dinner was a compromise toward the romantic side of things, and with it, the carrying.

The call about a hostage situation was certainly not in that list, but she wasn't complaining. She found herself trying hard to mask a little excitement when it came up. "No, I want to come! This is, well not great because it's a hostage situation, but I've never seen you full hero before! Heck if there's a chance to come, I'm taking it!" She was not about to be uninvited. She knew if there was any sign of danger he would regret it, but that was one of the few things they would probably never see eye to eye about. Cora was good at charging headfirst into danger whether it made sense for her to be there. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn't a hero, someone would always be in a panic about keeping her from killing herself on accident.

To make a point Cora waved an arm at the general area they were heading through, "You are going to drop me off in the worst part of New York to walk home? Fat chance. Although, I bet I could find a good tattoo parlor somewhere if I ask around...."

Her enthusiasm was a comfort that eased his irritation that they had to delay their dinner. He was hungry. ”Full hero?” Sam asked trying not to laugh. He hefted her in his arms so she was a little closer to his face.

Sam smirked his eye shifting to Cora then to the area. ”You’re right, though I’d be more worried for everyone else.” he teased as he started to head for some smoke stacks closer to the river. ”Maybe they get rid of tattoos too.”

”You probably won’t see much of it if it is a hostage situation. Usually someone talks and I sneak in or I talk and someone else sneaks in.” he said thinking about it. ”No, you can’t sneak in.” he said right away guessing what she was thinking.

Sam spotted the security kiosk where a police car was sitting where an officer gave him a wave. “Sam’s here.” The officer said to the other officer and clearly the security guard given his get up.

Landing and releasing Cora he turned to the three. ”Got me in the middle of date night.” he said bluntly to the two and then looked to the building. ”This is Cora. My girlfriend.” the officers introduced themselves and Sam didn’t catch the names he shifted his attention back to everyone. ”So what’s the deal?” the icemancer asked as he sent out a small wave of cold to see if anyone else was in the area. Cora would know he activated his mutation everyone else would probably assume it was the lack of sun due to some cloud cover an it getting darker.

“Ex-Employee weird dude. Richard Hunter he-” ”****” Sam groaned and looked to the cops, ”I keep giving you this guy and you keep letting him out?!? Anyone bother calling me letting me know this guy is out again!??” Sam walked a few feet away from everyone and threw his hands up in the air. ”Kidding me! Come on.”

Sam looked back to Cora and let out a loud sigh. ”Apparently some detectives did. Said you weren’t interested in any dancers.” Sam’s hand rested in his face and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. ”Course I did.”

Sam looked to Cora and summed up the situation. ”Dude is nuts. Calls himself Private Dancer.” Sam didn’t laugh at the name. He rarely laughed at the name unless he was thinking of the guy in a cell. ”He can puppet people. Usually doesn’t end well for people...” he said making a puppet gesture.

“And he specifically asked for you.” The security officer said chiming in. “So what’s the plan?” the officer asked looking at his phone. ”Back up is on the way. But he has a dozen people in there threatened a ‘solo’ an hour if you didn’t show.” ” ****” Sam scratched the back of his head looking at the building.

Cora stood back and responded to being introduced but otherwise made herself a fly on the wall for the beginning of the situation. When Sam responded to who was causing problems, she raised an eyebrow. Puppetting people sounded comical and horrible at the same time. Plus, she was not a fan of someone around who could control her boyfriend. Boyfriend. She was still having a hard time with that phrase, but it was becoming more natural. They survived a few dates and she hadn’t run for the hills yet. Nor had he.

While Sam tried to hash out the situation, Cora made herself familiar with their location. Ironically the building would be one of the easiest ones to climb into with her experience, with a well weathered surface and plenty of windows on the upper stories.

Don’t sneak In... he had said. Well, she would give him a shot at this, but if he didn’t handle it fast enough she might need to intervene. For the greater good and all. And dinner.

”You know, I never expected real life villains to have the code names too. The more you know. she mused.

Sam shifted his gaze back to Cora when she spoke, ”Most of them don’t.” he sighed slightly, ”He gave himself the code name because that’s what he does. All a game to him.” Sam walked back towards his girlfriend and handed her his X-communicator. ”If you don’t see any signs for twenty minutes call for Mirror or Shin. They fought him before and are a little better equipped to handle the situation than me.” Sam said as he flashed a smirk and attempted a one eyed wink.

Before anyone could say anything else he took a few steps back gave a thumbs up and launched him self from an small ice pillar that formed under his feet. If Cora didn’t approve of his methods he’d hear about it later out of everyone in that building Sam was probably the safest. While Private Dancer considered himself Sam’s arch enemy he also knew that if Private Dancer wanted to kill Sam he could have done it a few times over.

Again, to him this was a game and while normally he’d go in through a window or try to locate a fire escape he decided to do something a little more unorthodox considering who he was fighting and landed in front of the main entrance. He knew what a ‘solo’ meant for his ‘puppets’. That and he had to go ‘full-hero’ to impress Cora.

The doors opened as he approached and a man in a HAZMAT suit opened the door and gave an awkward forced bow as if he was greeting the master of the house. Sam made eye contact with the larger older man in the suit and could see panic on his face. He mouthed ‘help me’ before mechanically stepping out of the way and closing the door behind him when Sam entered.

”I will.” Sam said his powers extending forward. Frost covered the walls and floor as he reached out to feel everything around him. There were three people in the next room standing at attention. Another door entered and Sam entered the area where all the chemical vats were. On the catwalk were two women standing next to Private Dancer his pink hair and sequenced suit was hard to miss. “Sammy boy! Been waiting for ya. You almost missed my old employers solo. She’s so cold… but you know, just… well she just happens to be so light on her feet. Figured I’d give her a chance to strut show off a little for you, 5678!”

The sound of a woman whimpering could be heard as Dancer hit a button in his hand. Lights on the main floor got brighter and some music started to play at first it sounded like a waltz then it picked up the tempo. A woman awkwardly landed on her toes as she leapt into site. Every step the woman took slowly towards the three men at attention she let out a pained expression. Her mouth remained shut but she kept her head up and her eyes open tears running down her face.

As she approached the three men all posed revealing a knife in one of their hands.
”****” Sam said as he started to run towards the woman who clearly was being puppeted to her death. Normally he’d blast some ice at the three wielding the knives or at Private Dancer however Sam knew there was a back up plan somewhere he just didn’t know where yet.
“You know I was just so peeved you didn’t come find me, when I got an early release. Obviously for my good behavior.” Private Dancer mused as he swayed to the music and tilted his hands on the catwalk next to the other two hostages. He’d probably cause them to jump if he tried freezing everything. Sam grunted as he ran forward sliding and pulling the woman down dodging the first blade. The second blade came down and missed her by a few inches as Sam grabbed the woman and rolled away from everyone.

“Sam! Don’t you dare ruin the magic. If you spoil the show… You can imagine what happens...” He said his voice growing darker. He waved the two next to him and both walked away from him both placing their hands on the catwalk. Tears could be seen on both the faces of the hostages as they tried to fight Private Dancers hold on them.

”Alright…” he said as he got up slowly. He looked down to the woman he just saved and looked at her shoes blood started to escape now that she was lying down. ”Obviously I can’t let you kill any of them.” he said the music starting back up again.

“Sam… again you fail to see the bigger picture, I don’t want to kill them. Well not yet. I mean… I probably will.” His voice starting to get more eccentric, “Who am I kidding. I’m going to, however I just wanted to thank them for making them me.” He played the music again and the woman behind him was pulled up by invisible strings causing her to whimper again. “And what better way to thank them than sending them out with a standing ovation from yours truly! Now Sammy boy play the hero and help her solo out will you?” Private Dancer pirouetted above them as the woman next to Sam mirrored him.

He gave himself a code name because that’s what he does. All a game to him.

This was a new experience for Cora. Villains and hostages, and of course, the heroics. It was weird seeing Sam jump into action, and impressive, and also a little troubling. She didn’t know what emotions she had yet, but figured there was time to work it out. She never dated someone like Sam. Heck, she didn’t date much in general. All she knew was she cared, but didn’t want to be in the way.

She was not used to being on the sidelines while someone else rushed toward danger. That was usually her approach.

Cora tried to keep her promise, really, she did. She didn’t act when Sam left, and even for a bit when the cops discussed further action. She waited and watched the clock, and looked at the communicator. Call Mirror. Right. She could do that, or, just solve the problem herself.

He wouldn't be too mad if she just, sped things up, right?

Cora had a small faded thread leading toward the building, her own frustration toward the stranger all that created the faint black thread. Private Dancer had no knowledge of her, which gave her the chance to do what was needed. Given her only real connection here was Sam, she was almost invisible.

Cora darted toward the building, temporarily cutting threads between her and any cops that saw her move. It was easy to function as a ghost, letting the amnesia do the work for her. She got to the building and focused on the entry she already scouted, using the rough bricks to boost herself up. Her fingers and arms were trained for this sort of thing, endless free climbs aiding her muscle memory. At the window she maneuvered inside, checking her threads before dropping to the ground. She followed the sound of voices, and one solid thread leading to Sam. He was okay, although the villain seemed far too amused by the proceedings. And the dancing. The dancing was...weird, honestly.

"Play the hero and help her solo out, will you?"

Cora circled, reaching out when she finally crossed a point between the catwalk and a few of the hostages. There was snow, possibly the catch those threatening to jump. It also gave her a bit of cover having so much ice around.

The hostages with the knives would have to be the first to free. She could reach those threads, and dropped low, collecting the dark black strings and forcing energy through her body, fingers 'fraying' the lines. The hostages were free from control as Private Dancer forgot their existence. He was starting another dance number, now convinced he had all the victims in his line of site.

Before the freed men could draw attention, Cora was there, waving them toward the exit. The fog her powers had caused made them more willing to leave without asking questions. Given there was a maniac behind them puppetting people, they did not look back.

Three hostages free, that left the women, and Sam. Cora knew at least her boyfriend would be aware she had entered, given her proximity to so much cold and snow now. But the thread on her hand showed the villain was clueless. All the needed was to get close enough to cut the threads to the other dancers. She eyed the catwalk. Would she have to go up, or wait for the dancers to come down....

The icemancer shifted uncomfortably as he caught the puppeted woman. Her legs were shaking and no matter how hard she wanted to give up Sam knew she couldn’t he wouldn’t let her because that was what Private Dancer did. Which was why Sam was already creating some back up plans snow drifts started to form away from them under the catwalk where the two hostages stood. He was hoping if he already had the snow there it wouldn’t be hard to make something to catch them. Then he could…

Sam mentally cursed when he felt another heat signature enter the building. With his powers activated he could feel her enter, feel her wave to the three knife wielding men and felt them run in her direction. He tried not to smile, he told her not to come help and she did anyways. What a woman. Sam did his best not to make any movements towards her or look in her direction.

Now he had to do his best to keep Dancer focused on him and his former boss, less he try to control Cora. He wanted Sam to play the part; fine he’d play along. His time at T.A.T.M.A.H. taught him many different dance styles it made it easier to blend in to different crowds ones that would benefit for his missions.

Sam grabbed the woman and spun and Private Dancer mirrored her, ”Ohho! What’s this? Sam! Have you been holding out on me? Have you been learning to dance behind my back!?! Fine, show me what you can do.” he stopped and smiled from above and hit a button. The music changed again to more of a tango.

Sam mocked bowed after the spin and slowly stepped closer to the rhythm of the music. Something he never advertised but dancing was kind of similar to his self-defense classes, it focused on movement and breathing too things Sam liked to think him self an expert on. He raised his hands to the woman and slowly and awkwardly dragged her feet towards him Private Dancer still dancing for her.

”Shame you can only dance with the puppets.” Sam said trying to distract Private Dancer from everything on going on around them. Private Dancer scoffed stopped what he was doing grabbed a chain closest to the cat walk and slid down as if he had left the chain there all along. While they kept stepping Sam could see Private Dancer walking closer, ”Is it finally happening!?!? His eyes red as he started to tear up, ”Do we finally have a number together!?!?”

”Yes.” Sam said through his teeth feeling his body tighten as the woman he was dancing with dropped to the floor. Both he and Private Dancer mirrored movements as they walked to each other his body being controlled he resisted the urge to stab himself in the leg. He never wanted to be controlled by any means again. Now he was willingly letting it happen.

Cora felt the change in Sam's actions when he realized she was there. Suddenly, he was playing into Private Dancer's game. She hated it, and appreciated it at the same time. The villain went down to Sam's level, so Cora took the chance, and quickly climbed to where the other hostages were left. Using the same chain the dancer had to get to floor level, she let upper body strength help her get back to the top. Rope climbing in gym class paid off. She tried to ignore the burning in her lungs as she got to the solid surface of the catwalk. Her hands stung from all the climbing.

"Focus on me. Run to the exit, don't look back," Cora hissed, activating her powers and cutting the threads holding them to the villain. Thankfully, both women obeyed. Disoriented by the sudden loss of memory, the lingering feeling of danger and fear got them to run from the scene. Cora was watching her hand closely, but there was no connecting thread to Private Dancer still. He really was obsessed with Sam. He forgot his hostages easily, and his mind seemed to think this was just a game with the ice mutant.

One hostage left, Cora swung back off the cat walk and quickly used the chain to get to the floor. She landed behind some of the snow, and pressed her palms against the cold, trying not to flinch as the cold soothed the burning and raw skin. She really needed gloves if she was going to go free styling like this again soon. Then she focused on the final task: getting Sam out of here. She apologized in her head, before diving forward, and grabbing a handful of threads coming off the villain.

She cut. She frayed both the final hostage, his connection to Sam, and probably a number of other random relationships the villain happened to have. The sudden onslaught of amnesia caused the man to freeze, and Cora took the opportunity to bust his nose with a blow from her elbow. By the time the dark black thread finally connected her to the villain, he was on the ground, unconscious, blood oozing from his nose. Cora felt light headed and exhausted from using her powers, but the dancing had stopped.

"You'll remember him in a little bit. Sorry. It was the only way to stop the dancing." She hadn't frayed the thread connecting Sam to Private Dancer too badly, she could already see it re-stitching. She put a little energy from her powers into it so she could show him the frayed thread. Hopefully he got what that meant. "Just uh, get him to the cops. Before he wakes up. The hostages are gone. And we're late for dinner." Late for dinner, and she really wanted a nap now....

Sam shifted and was led in the tango. His back arched forward and his lips started to smile it wasn’t his doing but his eye just stared at Private Dancer trying to make sure his attention wasn’t on the person he was most concerned about. Sure his thermal sense gave him a view on everything with heat around him but he wanted to make sure Cora was out of line of sight. Every time she was Sam made sure he turned his ‘dance’ partner so his back was facing her.

She was on the catwalk now. He spun Private Dancer and dipped him, wishing he had control of his body so he could just drop him. Private dancer’s hand touched his cheek and he fought hard against the pull Private Dancer’s power had. Ice covered his cheek. ”Sammy, keep in mind you got to play the part.”

Sam couldn’t talk his mouth wouldn’t open when he wanted it to the ice dissipated and he started to move with the guy he wanted to break. His eye shifted for a moment as Cora Private Dancer seemed to freeze forgetting everything that was going on. Sam now free to use his body jerked his neck causing it to crack before stepping back as Cora came in with an elbow.

His attention shifted from his girlfriend to a bad guy on ground his nose bleeding. Sam’s body was stiff like he had just got shocked from a taser. His eye shifted from they guy to his girlfriend knowing her powers and what she said. ”Cops.” he nodded his head. Slightly confused, he wasn’t sure what to ask but willed some ice to form around the guys so his head was the only thing not encased in ice. ”Thank you.” he said knowing that she had saved him form more trouble. She was supposed to see him full hero.

There were hostages, cops and this guy who was covered in ice now. He knew he’d remember soon but he didn’t question Cora. He just knew he was mad she didn’t listen to him. She wasn’t supposed to come here. He knew it was dangerous. ”You didn’t think you had a useful mutation? How many hostages did you save?” he asked as he willed a bar of ice from the coffin that held Private Dancer into his hand.

Easily he pulled the coffin out of the building towards the police and security guard. There were more people there now. Cops and he guessed the hostages given their lack of uniforms. A woman he had saved had ice on her feet as she was being loaded into an ambulance. ”How long does the,” he scissors gestured ”last?” he broke the coffin as he handed off Private Dancer to an officer.

Sam was disoriented by the amnesia, which was expected. Cora felt a bit guilty being the one who caused it, even when she had acted to protect him. Cutting threads on Sam always felt like something she should be asking about first. Mind control seemed like a good reason. And a date. She pulled out her phone to check the time and grimaced. Yeah, this had taken longer than planned.

"Sorry, I know you wanted to handle this on your own. I'm just impatient. I was hoping I could bug my neighbor for pans before we actually cooked anything... We may have to opt for take-out instead..." She let the conversation drift to dinner, which was an easy way to avoid talking about the villain they were taking outside. A few of the officers looked at Cora oddly, while the rest remembered her. Oh, she may have put too much ooomph into those threads. Hopefully Sam's would fix faster.

"I think this is one of those incredibly opportune situations where my powers could do something. I still don't think they do much in normal heroics. I mean, how many bad guys are going to be stopped with a little amnesia?" Cora protested, but it had lost a little of the resistance when one of the hostages ran up to thank them. Them. She had a part in this, and was getting thanked. It was, nice. Odd. Last time she rescued someone all she took home was a bruised face.

"It should wear off in a few minutes. I didn't want you to forget him for too long. It's hard to fight someone you don't remember... Sometimes it's bad that goes both ways." It was also the reason she avoided cutting her own threads sometimes. Hard to avoid someone you didn't remember. She watched the threads reconnect, the dancer secure and the cops already clearing the scene by then. Sam was safe, the workers were safe. While she wasn't generally the type to initiate contact she found herself claiming his hand, letting the cold sooth her skin. "Feeling better?" she checked when her powers finally wore off.

Sam’s arms folded when Cora apologized and he did his best to try and keep a straight face pretending he was mad at her. He wasn’t. She saved him and all the people from the guy with the odd sequenced jacket. Sam eyed the man in the back of the cruiser his nose being covered by a rag now. Sam looked back to Cora. ”Wait… you don’t have any pans?” he asked.

Sam tried not to laugh at the lack of pans but raised his eyebrow towards her when she talked about her powers again. ”Not sure, but it helped enough to get you close to him before you gave him a nice elbow.” this time he did chuckle and walked closer to her and gave her a thumbs up. ”it was impressive by the way.” he said grinning.

She grabbed his hand and he looked to her, ”I am now.” he looked back to the officers one that he could ‘see’ thermally meaning he might have been an adapted officer one that cancelled out powers. That was good he didn’t know why but the more he was around the guy they just handed off the more he thought it was better to get his powers blocked. ”You might have to fill me in a bit.” he said wishing he could remember all the details. He knew he’d remember soon but he didn’t want to miss anything important.

”Alright.” he said shifting his attention to the officers, ”You got my number, call me if you got questions.” his hand holding Cora’s pulled her in closer and he scooped her off her feet knowing she hated it. He grinned at her before launching them both into the air with an ice pillar. Glad this was over so they could get back to their date.

”So.” Sam said holding Cora close to him, ”No pans? We gonna need to grab some ingredients as well or you just planning on carry out?” the icemancer smirked as they slid along over the buildings and roads.

Cora took a moment to look embarrassed then shrugged. She knew her lack of cookware would come up quickly. ”I don’t cook. Like, ever. Pretty sure my pantry is nothing but granola and trail mix and I can’t remember the last time I bought spices, if ever. I figured I could let you see the harsh reality of my kitchen before we figured out what we would need to actually make something. It wasn’t the best plan, but it would have work if we got there in time, ” she laughed.

She let herself get picked up without much fuss this time. It was hard to admit using her powers actually drained her a little. Well, using her powers, and climbing, and fighting. She understood how he could crash hard after a mission. She made herself comfortable, enjoying the cold. She kept an eye on his face and threads as they repaired.

”Is it bad that I cut it? I don’t ever want to permanently remove someone without asking you... we haven’t exactly touched on the subject much before.”

Ingredients and pans. They would need both if they were going to cook at Cora’s place tonight. Sam tried not to roll his eye too hard when she said she didn’t remember the last time she bought spices. ”Pepper and Salt, all I really need to make anything taste good.” Sam said being a fan of black pepper more than anything. You go to any of his safe houses there will at least be pepper and salt.

”So harsh reality then pizza?” Sam smirked; the plan was to cook however if all she had was granola and trail mix he doubted he could make something worth eating with just those two ingredients. ”Maybe I’ll just start showing up with stuff so I know what I can cook.”

The buildings below them started to blend together so he shifted his gaze to her before thinking how to respond. Her powers could potentially be dangerous to him. He had too many skeletons in his closet to be allowed to forget. It might also fundamentally change how he felt in any situation and seeing as he just got back to being old again he wasn’t sure he liked the idea of forgetting everyone again. His younger self already proved there were ways around her powers. Last thing he needed was to forget a T.A.T. agent and then run into them on the street. They had files on him so all they would have to do is brush up on his info before confronting him.

”No, we haven’t.” the icemancer agreed, ”I get why you did it. It probably saved me some trouble.” he smirked, ”So thank you for that. Hopefully I didn’t do too bad at trying to impress you with the heroics.” he smirked, ”You did save a lot of people today.” he grinned, ”good job.” it was then Sam noticed he change the subject. So he changed it back.

”I got too many bad guys in my life for you to be permanently removing them. Makes it dangerous for me and whoever they are messing with.” he paused for a moment in his speech as he started to lower them to Cora’s apartment building. ”That being said, I trust you enough to make quick cuts like you did today.” he was starting to remember everything about who they were fighting. Richard Hunter… was a psychopath.

”Anyway you could make everyone forget you saved them today?” he asked without thinking about it. ”Last thing I want is for you to become a target.” he stopped at her window.

Cora was glad Sam didn't harass her too badly for the time being. She tried to remember if she had pepper at the house. She was fairly certain there was some of it in a cupboard. Even with takeout, salt and pepper were good to have around. "Hey, I have better connections than just pizza. There is a little Italian cafe next door I get stuff from a lot, and a deli around the corner. I wouldn't be a New Yorker if I couldn't find my way for some take-out," she tried to brag.

It was hard to brag when she was showing her biggest weakness for the first time. She shrugged once more, "I can climb and fight, can't cook. It's like, evening out the experience points. Can't be good at everything like you," she smirked.

Things got a bit more serious when he mentioned the risks of forgetting the bad guys in his life. Cora nodded, agreeing to that statement. "Sometimes that's why just fraying it helps. If anything just...bothers you too much, it can lessen the load."

Sam mentioned the hostage, and she considered it. She identified the threads on her hand that were new and pulled them into view. "I can make them forget. As long as I leave the Dancer's thread intact, the rest of the memories should be fine..." She trimmed one thread, and the familiar was of amnesia filled gaps in her mind. She held on tight to the idea of what she was doing. Forgetting a hostage.... It was a little more complicated trying to leave one person intact and remove another. But they became a vague shadow with the thread removed.

A few more trims and the other hostages were gone. Dancer was there, vague memories of climbing and making sure Sam was safe. And feeling tired. Maybe she should have waited a little longer before cutting more threads. She was going to end up falling asleep before they ever had dinner.

Once they were both in her apartment Sam looked back and shattered the ice into water, which quickly dissipated before he shut the window. Sam didn’t want a trail to lead him there, nor make a target for Cora though he imagined he’d have to stop entering through her window.

”Didn’t mean now.” Sam tired to laugh, as he was more concerned from passing out. She mentioned before it takes some energy to do what she did. This was the first time he was seeing her powers effect on her. ”Good? he asked.

”I was more worried about him.” Sam said honestly, ”One of the most dangerous people I have ever interacted with. Mainly because he doesn’t make sense. He’s too random.” Sam said as he walked into her kitchen behind her. He had only been here once before and that was to pick her up for a date. That time he used the door. This time was different.

Sam walked into her kitchen and headed to the cupboards to look for anything hoping that she was messing with him. She had to have some things other than granola right? Was that… yes! At least she had the red. Sam held the box up and grinned. ”The green box jazz?” he put the box of mac n cheese on the counter. ”This stuff saves lives.”