Time passed with him staring at the stranger in the mirror and listening to the heartbreak of a dead woman. He wasn't sure how long he endured this before closing his eyes again.
When he opened them, he smoothed his hair back and saw his own reflection looking at him.
The woman calmed herself into silence. She stood up and wiped her eyes until there was no trace of sorrow.
She was Deirdre again. He was Sam again. But they were different.
The phone rang, allowing the illusion that the past five minutes had not happened. Deirdre pulled her shoulders back, strode to the nightstand, and answered. "Yes," she said. A moment later she hung up the phone, looking thoughtfully at Martin’s still form. She inhaled slowly locked eyes with her step-son.
Sam didn't know who it was on the other end or what they wanted, but he knew what Deidre's face said.
It was time to move.










I know, techincally, these things are never really supposed to end but I feel like this one is so close!"
...haha Moira's awesome."
Love it. : )"