"It's not me," Danny whispered.
"You don't know-"
"Where else would she be going Tuck?" He could feel his throat start to tighten, his voice husky with emotions. "I need to know for sure."
Danny ran to the couch where his book bag had been carelessly thrown. His mind was spinning with emotions, and he was deathly afraid of what could possibly be written on his half-Stone. He was absolutely certain he wouldn't see Sam's name, and anything else would be devastating.
Without a second thought, he blasted the glass, the shards burning away before they even reached the carpet. Danny didn't care that Tucker saw his tears. This was definitely worse than any scenario he had thought of.
"Is it her?" Tucker whispered, afraid of speaking too loudly to his now crying best friend.
"It isn't anyone." Danny choked, turning the rock so Tucker could see. "It doesn't say anything."
Less than a mile away, Sam's fist furiously knocked on an apartment door. Her body was shaking and tears were starting to pool at her eyes. This was the last person she had expected to be her SoulMate, but it is the name she had read.
The door opened to reveal the very person she was picturing in her mind. "We need to talk."
