Stolen Moments
The egg-white cover of the laptop sat open while its user tried any which way to look for something that would explain the pain that was nagging at his heart. Even though Sam thought of himself as done with the hunt, his dreams might suggest otherwise.
Clicking through more links that were pointless, he shut the lid and stretched his sore muscles that was a product of sitting still for so long. Washing his face in the sink, he looked up when Jess entered, her Smurfs T-shirt clung to her body.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Sam answered, hoping his reply would suffice. "Browsing the web."
"You better be looking for costumes for that Halloween party you so desperately want to avoid."