The door slammed. Her heart broke. She knew he was gone and she knew that the reason he had left was Sam. Somehow she couldn't apologize for anything. Couldn't feel bad about what had happened with Sam, or Luke for that matter.

She started slamming dishes around, washing them, throwing food out that she knew nobody would eat. There was no point in cooking tonight, no, the only thing she wanted to do was drain the bottle of red wine in the fridge until she didn't care anymore. She slammed the lid to the trashcan and opened the fridge door. Grabbing the bottle of wine and a corkscrew she went to sit on the couch. No need for a glass, after all, she was the only person that was going to be drinking it.

As she drank she sat in silence. The walls of her apartment closing in on her. The thing that was supposed to make her forget everything made her remember it all. The heat of Sam's kiss, the look in Luke's eyes, even the way shooting that man had made her feel. She laughed at herself. "Foolish me" she thought as she stood to stumble Lord knows where. Half the bottle was gone but it didn't matter anymore. No amount of alcohol was going to drown him out of her head. No matter how hard she tried Sam was there, whether she liked it or not.

Furious at herself she got up and poured the rest of the wine down the drain. Maybe alcohol wasn't what she needed. Maybe she needed to sleep it off. After all, a girl like her could survive anything. Her past with her mother and father had proven that. She had to be the grown up for a very young age and now that past was wearing on her. Wearily, and without changing her clothes she crawled into bed.

She was almost asleep when it happened. The whirring of her blackberry brought her wide awake again. Grabbing it from the bedside table she saw his name. Why was he calling her at this time? Nothing about this made sense. He was usually in bed long before this. She knew she couldn't ignore his call.

"Hello?" she muffled into the receiver as she sat up. The room spun a bit, maybe she had drank more wine than she thought.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm making new frienssss toniit"

"Dad?" she echoed back

"Whell, whod you think would have mi foone." He slurred back into the receiver.

"Dad, where are you?"

Her father had a drinking problem, that was something everyone knew. But apparently tonight was one of the worse nights yet. As evident by the coughing on the other end of the line and the bartenders voice she heard.

"Heer, this nice yung man wans to talk to you." Her father said as he obviously handed it over.

Sam waited until a strong voice came over the line.

"Hi Sam? This is Rodney down at the Penny. I think you might want to come grab your dad."

Sam didn't know what to say next.

"Is he okay?" she quietly echoed.

"He's cut off and making a fool of himself but yeah, I think he'll survive." The bartender echoed back.

"Ill be there as soon as I can, just keep him there and Ill come get him." She said as she threw off the covers and began looking for her shoes.

"Okay, thanks Sam, I would've just put him in a cab but most are off duty this time of night. Ill keep him here until you can get here."

"Okay, Bye." Sam said as she pushed the end button.

She looked at her alarm clock. The time on it was 2:13am. No wonder no cabs were on duty. How was she going to get there? Her father had never put her in a situation like this. Not many people in the city owned a car, at least not many people she knew. She would have called Luke if this had happened a couple hours ago but that was out of the question. He had made it clear he wanted nothing more to do with her… She only really knew one other person with a car and calling him would be the hardest call she could make.

As she dialed the phone she grew nervous with every ring until finally she got an answer.

"Hello?" the voice echoed into her ear.

"Sam, this is Andy, I've got a really big problem and I need your help."