Sam and Samantha both sat on Samantha's bed, sharing her laptop as they searched for further information. Sam held the computer on his lap, scrolling down the page. He was only getting zaidi and zaidi confused. “This is getting too deep for me,” he commented.
“Parallel worlds fall into the category of quantum physics,” Samantha said. “Which is nothing but science fiction translated into mathematical formulas and hypothetical theories. No one knows what’s really true, because no one’s ever actually done it.”
“Except us,” Sam said.
“Exactly,” Samantha said, “but our lives aren’t exactly wewe typical, normal Brady Bunch lifestyles.” Samantha chuckled. “D would probably say our lives should be turned into a TV onyesha of it’s own.”
Sam laughed lightly, his white teeth catching the light. Samantha covered a yawn as Sam scrolled down the page. He suggested, “Maybe wewe should get some sleep.”
Samantha shook her head. “No, too much to do.”
Sam smiled at her. “It’s just research. I can handle it. I’ve done it before.”
Samantha chuckled. She folded her legs, sitting Indian-style. “Hey, Sam, how different is your world from this one?”
Sam shook his head. “From what I’ve seen, it’s really not.”
“So wewe don’t have any Marafiki au outside family, either?” asked Samantha. “I mean, other than Bobby and Cas.”
Sam shook his head sadly. “No, not really.” He glanced up at her. “Why?”
Samantha shrugged. “Just curious.” Her dark eyes held a sad, distant look. Her head rolled back against the wall, and she looked up at the ceiling. “Sometimes… I just wish I could go back, wewe know? Back when things were simple and I could pretend like I was safe.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sam said, his hazel eyes taking on a distant, thoughtful look of their own. He tapped a long finger on the side of the laptop. “I’d be happy just to go back to the days when ghosts were the biggest threat and demons were only an occasional menace.”
Samantha laughed mirthlessly. “I always wanted to know where I belong in this world, and when I found out, I wished I’d never known.”
Sam nodded in understanding.
Another annoying yawn forced its way out between Samantha's teeth. Sam gave her a gently concerned look. “Samantha…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Samantha alisema reluctantly. She scooted down a little and laid her head on Sam’s strong shoulder. Sam was a little startled kwa this, but he put his arm around her and gently stroked her hair.
Samantha was asleep in minutes.
“Parallel worlds fall into the category of quantum physics,” Samantha said. “Which is nothing but science fiction translated into mathematical formulas and hypothetical theories. No one knows what’s really true, because no one’s ever actually done it.”
“Except us,” Sam said.
“Exactly,” Samantha said, “but our lives aren’t exactly wewe typical, normal Brady Bunch lifestyles.” Samantha chuckled. “D would probably say our lives should be turned into a TV onyesha of it’s own.”
Sam laughed lightly, his white teeth catching the light. Samantha covered a yawn as Sam scrolled down the page. He suggested, “Maybe wewe should get some sleep.”
Samantha shook her head. “No, too much to do.”
Sam smiled at her. “It’s just research. I can handle it. I’ve done it before.”
Samantha chuckled. She folded her legs, sitting Indian-style. “Hey, Sam, how different is your world from this one?”
Sam shook his head. “From what I’ve seen, it’s really not.”
“So wewe don’t have any Marafiki au outside family, either?” asked Samantha. “I mean, other than Bobby and Cas.”
Sam shook his head sadly. “No, not really.” He glanced up at her. “Why?”
Samantha shrugged. “Just curious.” Her dark eyes held a sad, distant look. Her head rolled back against the wall, and she looked up at the ceiling. “Sometimes… I just wish I could go back, wewe know? Back when things were simple and I could pretend like I was safe.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sam said, his hazel eyes taking on a distant, thoughtful look of their own. He tapped a long finger on the side of the laptop. “I’d be happy just to go back to the days when ghosts were the biggest threat and demons were only an occasional menace.”
Samantha laughed mirthlessly. “I always wanted to know where I belong in this world, and when I found out, I wished I’d never known.”
Sam nodded in understanding.
Another annoying yawn forced its way out between Samantha's teeth. Sam gave her a gently concerned look. “Samantha…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Samantha alisema reluctantly. She scooted down a little and laid her head on Sam’s strong shoulder. Sam was a little startled kwa this, but he put his arm around her and gently stroked her hair.
Samantha was asleep in minutes.
"I had one job and I screwed it up."
