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Sam's been out for a run this morning.
Maybe it's that he knows Gene won't follow him when it comes to the mythical 'exercise' or that he needs it to process all the things that have been happening. For one, Sam's thirty-nine. Thirty-nine years old, possibly in the proper year, possibly in a coma, and what if he's a second away from being dead and it's all about to come crashing down?
That's why the run helps. When he's pushing through his thoughts and focusing on breathing and going a little faster, it doesn't bother him that he still hasn't solved his own personal mystery of where he is. He doesn't worry about what's happened to Maya. He can just sweat and run and hear the thrilling beat of a heart that goes too loud and not loud enough at once.
He may be about to die, but God, does he feel alive when he runs.
He winds it down by the Compound and slowly collapses until he's on his back and staring at the sky through the various trees that the Island has to offer. His heart is racing, fasterfasterfaster and he's grinning as he mops up the sweat on his forehead with his t-shirt, chest rising and falling heavily as he catches his breath.
Maybe he's in a coma somewhere, but right there, right then, Sam Tyler is alive.
Maybe it's that he knows Gene won't follow him when it comes to the mythical 'exercise' or that he needs it to process all the things that have been happening. For one, Sam's thirty-nine. Thirty-nine years old, possibly in the proper year, possibly in a coma, and what if he's a second away from being dead and it's all about to come crashing down?
That's why the run helps. When he's pushing through his thoughts and focusing on breathing and going a little faster, it doesn't bother him that he still hasn't solved his own personal mystery of where he is. He doesn't worry about what's happened to Maya. He can just sweat and run and hear the thrilling beat of a heart that goes too loud and not loud enough at once.
He may be about to die, but God, does he feel alive when he runs.
He winds it down by the Compound and slowly collapses until he's on his back and staring at the sky through the various trees that the Island has to offer. His heart is racing, fasterfasterfaster and he's grinning as he mops up the sweat on his forehead with his t-shirt, chest rising and falling heavily as he catches his breath.
Maybe he's in a coma somewhere, but right there, right then, Sam Tyler is alive.