Things made more sense this time around, and yet without Natalya with them, even for a moment, they didn't. They had started over, the loop resumed, but how? Sam didn't remember anything past running. No, wait, his foot had gotten caught and then-- He must have been shot. Gunfire chattered around them and he did not have time to analyze it more thoroughly, but he must have. Why else would things restart? Or had Natalya done something that he hadn't seen? Or Yorick? It made less sense the more he thought about it, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he stopped. Whether Sam had died or not, staying alive now for as long as possible was what mattered.
Knowing Natalya was out there was the only thing that kept him hopeful and calm, but it also made him nearly mad with worry. The minutes ticked along, the threats of their captor following much the same line as before, and Sam fought to keep his face schooled, not to let on that he was waiting.
She would come.
It took longer than he wanted but not longer than he expected rationally. He didn't doubt for a second who was under that hood. His smile was crooked and inordinately pleased for Sam. "You did," he said. "Now let's get out of here."
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Date: 2010-10-15 03:41 am (UTC)Knowing Natalya was out there was the only thing that kept him hopeful and calm, but it also made him nearly mad with worry. The minutes ticked along, the threats of their captor following much the same line as before, and Sam fought to keep his face schooled, not to let on that he was waiting.
She would come.
It took longer than he wanted but not longer than he expected rationally. He didn't doubt for a second who was under that hood. His smile was crooked and inordinately pleased for Sam. "You did," he said. "Now let's get out of here."