> "What am I going to do, Sam?" she whispered, looking like she was close to
> crying. If she weren't careful it was all, everything from the last week,
> going to break the emotional dam that she had set up inside herself. And
> her body was starting to make it known that it didn't appreciate being
> ignored. She still hadn't eaten and the lack of sleep......... and now
> this...
>
> She couldn't meet Milo's gaze and kept her eyes aimed in the general
> direction of Sam's shoes.
>
> "Are you sure he's not... dead?" she asked in the same tone, needing to
know
> for sure.
>
> Claire came up to them and touched her arm gently, even when Reese
flinched
> away to keep her from getting hurt, to which she just settled it back
again
> "He's fine. Didn't even get a scorch mark, Reese."
>
> She squeezed Reese's arm just a little and whispered calmly "You won't
hurt
> me. You got pissed at him and acted in self defense and still stayed in
> control. Remember that."
>
> People started coming out to see what had happened and she stepped back to
> go into Brady's arms, assuring him she just had a couple of cuts and
scrapes
> but was fine for the most part.
>
> Reese looked at Sam, the emotional struggle evident in her eyes.
>
Samantha:
Sam put her arm around Reese. "First of all you're going to eat breakfast.
Then we'll worry about the rest of this. It's not the end of the world.
You need to talk to you're dad though." Sam swept over to Milo and took
hold of his arm, leading both father and daughter back inside and away from
the prying eyes of the on lookers. "She needs to eat," she said frankly.
She led them back to their table.
Sam
