Sam sighed as she got home. It was well after midnight. The house was empty, cold and lonely so Sam turned on the radio to make it feel like she wasn't alone.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.
She immediately began to think of Dylan. That verse described exactly how she was feeling right now. It was quarter past one, she was alone and she needed him now. She began to well up with tears and the song continued.
Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time.
Sam turned the radio off quickly. She might be a bit drunk but she could still process the lyrics well enough. She picked up her phone and dialled someone's number.
"Hello?" they answered.
"Dylan..." she stuttered before she began to cry.
"Sam? Sam what's wrong?"
"I need you now."