Sam frowned when Natalya told them that she'd been shot in the head. Not out of concern, not directly right now, because at the very least she hadn't had to suffer more. But Sam and Yorick had both been in the middle of doing things. Usually the island had no rhyme or reason. That seemed like something.
"We just came back to the beginning, like--" He nearly choked on cold air when he got it, eyes going wide. The conversation with Neil, Neil who looked like utter shit in his back yard, shaken by what he had gone through, making a startling amount of sense now.
"It's a loop. This has happened before," he asserted, shifting in the snow. "We keep coming back to the beginning, every time, and go through it again. It happened to Neil, and Dean. They just kept living this day of Neil's childhood over and over."
But what that meant for them, and what that meant in terms of getting out of it, Sam didn't know.
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Date: 2010-08-13 06:55 pm (UTC)"We just came back to the beginning, like--" He nearly choked on cold air when he got it, eyes going wide. The conversation with Neil, Neil who looked like utter shit in his back yard, shaken by what he had gone through, making a startling amount of sense now.
"It's a loop. This has happened before," he asserted, shifting in the snow. "We keep coming back to the beginning, every time, and go through it again. It happened to Neil, and Dean. They just kept living this day of Neil's childhood over and over."
But what that meant for them, and what that meant in terms of getting out of it, Sam didn't know.