Sam opened her eyes in the motel and found herself restrained to the chair as the door opened and a maid walked in.

"What happened to you?!" The maid asks, running over and managing to free Sam from the chair, helping Sam stand up.

"I really can't remember… listen, can you just pretend like you didn't see me restrained to that chair?" Sam says.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" The maid asks, Sam guessing that the woman was in her mid 50s… with how she acted, she reminded Sam of her mom, Claire.

"I'll be okay, ma'am." Sam says, the woman nodding before leaving. Sam made sure that the woman was gone before locking the door and trying to find her car keys… only to find a note in Deck's handwriting.

'You didn't give me any other choice, Sam. Stay there until I come back and then we can work this out.'

"And let you warn Carly?! You fucking traitor!" Sam mutters before putting the room key in her skinny jeans pocket and leaving. Deck might've taken Trigger and with it, Sam's Walther CCP but Sam could easily carjack someone… getting another gun would be a bit difficult, as going to Ammu-Nation meant it would be traceable.

Meanwhile, Ashley Butler stopped her purple Nightblade outside Johnny's caravan, unable to sleep despite it being 3 in the morning and crashing from her latest high. All she wanted was a place to lie down and rest.

"John boy? You here, buddy?" Ashley asks after walking into the caravan. Snoring was the response she got but it was soft, a complete contrast to the loud, grizzly bear like snoring Ashley had heard from Johnny when he was asleep. The too thin redhead got curious and walked towards the bedroom, opening the door and seeing Carly, sound asleep.

Ashley stormed in and smacked her hand against Carly's injured knee, Carly bolting upright and screaming in pain, making Ashley jump back for a second. Carly's eyes opened, her seeing Ashley.

"Oh… for a second, I thought you were Madam Godzilla." Carly says, confusing Ashley.

"Who the fuck is Madam… fuck it, I don't want to know, you get your tiny ass dressed and out of here!" Ashley says.

"I'll let you know that Johnny lets me stay here sometimes… scrawny drugged up redhead." Carly says as Johnny and Jack run in, having heard Carly screaming.

"Who is this tiny bitch, Johnny?!" Ashley demands, clearly aggravated that Carly was in the caravan.

"She's a friend of mine and she was almost killed earlier… and why the fuck would you care? You and I haven't been together since you cheated on me 14 years ago." Johnny says, trying to stay calm but Ashley had a way of pushing him too far.

"Friend?! That is pure bullshit!" Ashley yells, Carly carefully getting out of the bed and putting some weight on her injured leg.

"It's the truth but in your Meth addled mind, you wouldn't know the truth if it bit you on your ass, crazy lady!" Carly says, now thoroughly aggravated and reminding Ashley of Gionna when Gionna was 16.

Jack dragged Ashley outside as Johnny helped Carly sit back down before closing the door.

"Was she always like that?" Carly asks, Johnny lightly rubbing his hand up and down her back after helping her prop her injured knee up again.

"There was a time she was a good person… then the drugs took over." Johnny says.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" Ashley says angrily, yanking her right arm out of Jack's grip. Jack was showing a lot of restraint but was tempted to smack Ashley upside the head.

The only thing stopping Jack was how his mother always said that no matter what happened, it was never okay to hit a woman.

"It's not what you think, Ashley! Carly has been through more than enough that would break any other kid. I don't know how she keeps on going but she does and Johnny's her closest friend, she trusts him completely… a lot more than she trusts most of her family." Jack says.

"I don't want to hear it, I want that little mouthy bitch gone!" Ashley says, Jack reaching his breaking point.

"You can't boss people around and control what they do, you stupid drugged out whore! Nothing you say or do is gonna change how those two are to each other so-" Jack says, pulling his AP pistol out and aiming it at Ashley, who immediately ran to her Nightblade, got on it and sped off.

Jack smirked a bit, having kept the safety on. He put his gun back in his jeans pocket and turned around, walking into the caravan.

"Hey, Klebitz, is it okay if I sleep on the couch?" Jack asks.

"Yeah, go for it, pal." Johnny says, Jack lying down on the couch and closing his eyes, drifting off into sleep.

"Carly, you should fall back asleep too." Johnny says after turning back to Carly, who rubbed her hands onto her face and carefully lied back down on the bed, closing her bluish violet eyes. Johnny pulled the covers back over her before walking over to the other side, sitting down and stretching out, resting his head on the pillow and deciding to catch up on some sleep too.

Johnny closed his eyes after a while, lightly rubbing Carly's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Ashley walked into Trevor's caravan, shaking Sam and waking the recently turned 14 year old up.

"What now?!" Sam says in an aggravated manner.

"Where's your dad?" Ashley asks.

"Fuck if I know, I'm not his keeper." Sam says.

Ashley sighed in an aggravated manner, looking around and seeing a picture of Trevor and a much younger Carly.

"He knows the tiny tramp?!" Ashley says, Sam sitting up.

"I wouldn't go calling the girl in that picture a tramp. Why does it matter to you anyway?" Sam says.

"I just saw her in Johnny's bed!" Ashley says, Sam completely waking up.

"Who, when, what, what?!" Sam says, rubbing her sleepy brown eyes and readjusting her shirt and sleep shorts before getting up out of her bed. "Ash, I'm sure you're overreacting, Johnny wouldn't do that." She says, guessing that Carly wasn't much older than herself.

"I know he wouldn't but… seeing her, I just lost my head for a minute and hit her… probably worsened her knee injury." Ashley says.

"If she's badly hurt, letting her sleep in a bed would make more sense than letting her sleep on the couch." Sam says, remembering how bad her left knee hurt after fracturing it when she and Rys were knocked off her quad bike, Sam having had to be in a wheelchair for six months.

"Yeah… I'm gonna take off, go crash with a friend in Paleto Bay. Sorry I woke you up." Ashley says.

"It's alright… it's nothing I'm not used to." Sam says before Ashley leaves. Sam turned to the photo of Trevor and Carly and grabbed it. "He'd be glad to know that you're alive…" She says before putting it back on the shelf.

At the same time, Deck had stopped Trigger outside the Lost MC campground and turned the engine off.

He wasn't sure how to go about telling Carly what was going on because he wasn't sure how she would react… from what he had heard from the Sam he knew, Carly was rather unpredictable in her younger years and despite appearances, could be a bit scary.

"Have to do this before I lose my nerve." Deck mutters, getting out of the Phoenix and putting the gun in his back pocket just in case.