It had been two years. Sam had Freddie, but it felt like he still wanted Carly. She loved him. She loved him too much. She would become as close to being Carly as she could. For three straight nights, Sam had done her research, since Carly had moved they hadn't spoken so Sam stalked her on every site she had an account on. Trailing after her, but never getting quite close enough to her to be threatening. She just watched. Sam observed the men in her life. Sam had kept plenty of secrets, as did Carly, but never to this extent. She started applying Carly's habits and mannerisms into her life. Sam had been fired two months ago, Carly had a job and with that bit of knowledge, Sam started applying to whatever she could possibly find. Carly's house would never be this messy, Sam began to clean as much as she could. If Freddy noticed anything, he didn't say so.