Sammy wasn’t sure how long he would have slept if not for the choking smoke, which waked him in a fit of coughing sometime around 9 am, at least according to his nicked and battered watch. Nor was Sheila still with him—although he wasn’t particularly surprised; she had her son to think about, for one, and who knew how Williams would react if he were to return from his sojourn to find them suddenly cozied up in her—in their—own tent?
Poor Sammy, came a voice, her voice, his ex (not the younger woman, Annie, with whom he’d absconded shortly before the Flashback). ‘Have d**k, Will Travel’ reads the card of a man. Your work is just never done, is it?
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, trying not to think about it. It was only after several moments that he realized Erik was standing j
