Every time I look up, something's falling down on me... [Locked]
[Backdated a week or so, before the trial]
Sam doesn't know why he feels vaguely responsible for Alex, but he does. He's not sure whether to consider it a relief that there's someone in Chicago possibly even more accident prone than he is, or whether he ought to be a little worried.
Whatever the case, he's sitting by the bed in the medical room where they've stationed Alex, watching her with a faint frown. He doesn't know why - for all he knows, she's back in time. Again. There's not much he can do about that.
"You know," he comments, though he has no idea if she can hear him, "if you're trying to break my record of disaster in Chicago, you're off to a brilliant start."
Sam doesn't know why he feels vaguely responsible for Alex, but he does. He's not sure whether to consider it a relief that there's someone in Chicago possibly even more accident prone than he is, or whether he ought to be a little worried.
Whatever the case, he's sitting by the bed in the medical room where they've stationed Alex, watching her with a faint frown. He doesn't know why - for all he knows, she's back in time. Again. There's not much he can do about that.
"You know," he comments, though he has no idea if she can hear him, "if you're trying to break my record of disaster in Chicago, you're off to a brilliant start."