44 Blueberry Hill, Front Porch, Evening

[beenthroughthat]

Sam knew there was some kind of visitation weekend going on, but he hadn't paid it much mind; he doubted anyone would be coming to see him anyway.

That didn't mean he wasn't restless, for no reason he could figure out. Jumpy, even -- to the point of trying to trim the hedges in the front yard in the dark.

[OOC: For certain visitors, hee, but

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[chiefamongmen]

Galen was wandering the town that night, with young Nicki in his arms. He boggled when he saw Samuel Anders.

"Sam?" he called out.

[beenthroughthat]

Sam paused, then turned slowly, not recognizing the voice. "Who's there?" he called, squinting into the -- when had it gotten dark?

[chiefamongmen]

"Sam, it's me," Galen said. "What are you even doing here?"

[beenthroughthat]

Sam shook his head. "This is my house. Who the frak are you? Never seen you before in my life."

[thewisetoaster]

Sometime later, someone else with a small child showed up at Sam's house. "Hi, Sam."

[beenthroughthat]

Someone else who knew his name?

He recognized the face, though -- from high school, and from his ill-fated attempt to go home although he was sure they'd been two different versions. "I remember you . . . Valerii?"

Well, she had been last time he'd checked.

[thewisetoaster]

"It's Agathon now," Sharon replied. "But yeah, it's me."

She smiled at the little girl in her arms. "And this is Hera."

[beenthroughthat]

"Not that I know the lucky guy or anything, but congratulations, I guess." Sam reached a tentative hand out to Hera. "She's beautiful," he added in a softer tone.