She squealed. Sam was squealing for me! Does Sam squeal? She crossed the room in one bound and threw her arms around me and buried her head in my chest as my escort left the room. "Danny I missed you so much! It's awful in hair. Here." She looked up at me, her violet eyes frowning. "And look how they messed up my hair!"
I picked up a yellow strand tentatively. Rubbing it between my fingers, I could still smell the dye scent wafting up towards me. Gross. Chemicals.
"It's not that bad, Sam. At least I'm here now to break you out."
She grinned, almost sadly. "We can't. It's not possible."
Before I could answer, she kissed me, first quickly then melting into a slower, relaxed kiss. Her hands massaged my back gently.
I pulled back a little. She looked up at me. "What?" Evil grin. "Don't want to kiss me? You are 18 years old Daniel, and also my boyfriend."
Shaking my head, I sighed, "No, I love that you want to kiss me and that you're my girlfriend. It's awesome. It's just… Just that I need to get out of here. Freaky Fenton needs to make a return to the world. It will be like I ran away, hiding. I'm the good guy, Sam! I can't just abandon everyone to all the ghosts that escape!" I was getting worked up. 'Doc' or whoever probably wouldn't like that.
"I know I'm supposed to say something witty or intelligent or something that will help you feel better, but I've got nothing. There's hardly any flaw in this entire system. And believe me, I know how to figure out the Man's cracks. It's practically my hobby."
Igrinned. Yeah. Messing up society in any way that she could was something Sam excelled at.
As I opened his mouth to inevitably come up with a brilliant plan, with Sam's help, about how to take down Vlad and prove my innocence, my watchdog popped back in. Crap.
"Time to go, Mr. Fenton. Are you ready?"
"Do I have a choice?" I looked at Sam as he 'guided' me 'gently' by the arm out of the room. "We'll talk soon?"
She shook her head sadly.