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Sammy had settled in quite quickly at the residential home for youth and now knew most of them by sight when they would come in for their treatments. Some of them had mental issues ranging from mild to acute, but most had just suffered from some family dysfunction in their young childhood and emotional injury.

The center allowed her to sit in on counseling sessions and group therapies by consent of the patients and doctors. Sammy could see the germs of trouble later on, where some of these kids might end up in a place like Smith's Grove someday. But she also saw hope. There was still time to help them to learn to respect themselves and others and to find healthy ways of coping with tribulations.

The summer slipped away into a cooling fall. Sometimes Sammy still thought of Smith's Grove. Kayla, Cherry and some of the other staff would text her, asking how she was. Easily she admitted she missed them but told them of how fulfilling it was to work with the kids here. No one ever spoke of Michael. One night, late, she received a picture message from Conner, it looked like a typical maximum security door of one of the patients but she immediately knew the scratches and the wearing of it's paint like a fingerprint.

It was Michael's door.

In the window there was clearly written in blue paint over and over: 'Loomis'.

Conner added nothing more and when she tried to text and call him back, there was no answer.

And so Sammy's carefully reasoned out 'things are better this way' self assurance was bombarded by doubts. Some embarrassingly selfish. But she was committed to these kids and was doing well here. Not that it was easier to work here, but to have the sense that it wasn't too late for these people buoyed up her efforts and energy.

One day a 16 year old boy, the coincidence that his name was Miguel surely played its part in her future, came to the medical department and Sammy smiled when she saw him.

"Miguel! How are you today? Did you hurt yourself playing basketball again?" She teased him as that was usually his excuse to come see her.

It was then she saw his coat on and zipped to his chin, a backpack looped on his shoulders and his duffle bag bulging at his feet.

"No Miss Sammy." he muttered, weight in his voice, "The director is makin' me leave. Said I wasn't make'n any progress here and upsetting everyone else because of my 'disruptive behavior'. I'm here to get my Adderall prescription."

Sammy was truey shocked. She knew the boy was a handful. He tended to be outspoken and would challenge authority. He broke rules and solicited fights, but that was what this place was for. For children who struggled socially.

"But, where are you going?" she asked, concerned.

"They'll try me over at Flint Point, after that, if I can't get myself together, they said I had to go home. What's at home? My mom's an alcoholic and I haven't seen my dad in 10 years. I'd just be out on the streets again." the boy looked devastated.

Turning to get the prescription and to hide her deep frown of disagreement for the decision, Sammy had heard of Flint Point. They were a shoddily run place that had numerous allegations of mistreatment to kids and usually the next stop for their turn outs was jail or the streets.

When she returned, Sammy handed him a paper and pill bottle.

Sammy couldn't help herself, "Have you tried to appeal it? I know you've been really working on all this. You're a good kid Miguel, is it so hard to follow the rules?"

The boy shrugged solemnly, "I don't know. Sometimes I do it without thinking. But they're telling me that I can't change as fast as they want me to even though I want to. I'm tryin'. I gotta play by their timeline or they're going to give up on me. I kinda feel like they're abandoning me…"

The conversation carried on and Sammy tried to be encouraging, telling him he had control of his actions, if he could just believe that and think things through in the future, he'd be alright. But he did look betrayed and cast off.

September flew by and Sammy couldn't help but think of her patients at Smith's Grove. Niall and Lacey and everyone. Michael.

Had she abandoned them? She was only a medical student with no real counseling duties. No authority to fight for these people, teach them to fight for themselves. The people there at the sanitarium were chronically ill. Most never to leave.

Here she could make the most difference, save people.

So it was a choice, her choice. What were her expectations of the results. Did she need and demand timely happy endings to feel successful and fulfilled?

When the phone rang in Klein's office he was surprised to hear Sammy on the other end.

"Dr. Klein, I was wondering if...you still needed...wanted, a medical resident?" She asked.

Samantha Loomis was on a plane to Illinois the next week.


'Boo, I don't know where you are. I think you are ok. I miss you. I don't think they'll ever let me out to see you. If they tell you about me it will make you scared of me, they are all scared of me because of what happened. But you and me, we know and that makes me not feel alone. As long as I'm not alone I can live through this. You saw it Angel. All the blood. You should have died too but I got you. She did it not me. The lady in white. If I get away from here, I will find you. Michael Myers.'

Laurie didn't even have to read the words anymore. It rolled over in her head like a song overplayed on the radio. She dissected it, analyzed it and internalized it. It sounded to her like he denied committing the murders, but he was insane. Most 'sane' murderers said the same thing. So it wasn't that that hounded her. It was the memories that had started to come. Like a camera lense they were unfocused at first. But more and more she could almost see their faces. Maybe it was her own tired and stressed mind making up what she had obsessed over. Memories that didn't exist.

She remembered the blood, she remembered hiding under the bed and the hands that dragged her out roughly. Then night wrapped around her tightly and slick. She cried and screamed, the air getting wet and heavy. Was it...the lady in white who had trapped her? She couldn't get out. Deborah's face would come into her mind, dressed like a ghostly angel.

Then the coolness came with the hole. A boy's face appeared above her. He was so tall, he picked her up and she grabbed at his hair, using it to hide under. She was scared but he hushed her, whispering to calm her. The body of another was laying lifelessly just feet away. He had said something to her before she hid under the bed from the monster, something about a secret in the floor. Laurie couldn't remember, her bunny?

But the more and more she tried to ignore it all, she finally had come to the conviction that Michael Myers...her brother, didn't kill those people. His letter said it was the lady in white which she decided might be their mother. Judith didn't testify in person. Did she know it might have been Deborah? To let Michael take the blame, Laurie just couldn't let it rest. And unable to speak of it to her parents or friends, it built inside of her. She wished she could ask Judith.

Surprisingly the internet 'person tracking' services Laurie had always seen annoying ads on YouTube made it fairly easy to find a Judith Myers who had married some years ago, her new last name Rathmore. A police officer right in Haddonfield! Laurie now wondered if she they had crossed paths, not even knowing it. An older sister. As much as Laurie tried she remembered nothing about her. Would she want to know Laurie? Had she ever looked for her? The questions blistered and raised, making Laurie more and more determined to talk to her.

But first, for some reason, Laurie wanted to see Michael.


Returning to Smith's Grove, Sammy had no regrets. Instantly it felt like home. She had cared for the kids at the home but it was different here, they were her family.

Klein must have told Conner for they seemed to have opposing shifts most of the time and she would see him only in passing. He'd toss her a luke-warm greeting as he walked with some other employee as if Sammy were only an acquaintance he was happy not knowing well.

That, Sammy was solid on, was definitely for the best.

Klein gave her a long leash on being involved in prisoner's cases and therapies to the point policy would allow. He also offered her a place there to fulfill her residency in psychiatry and, if she wished, work there after she graduated. She was happy. It was not Belleveue, or Broadmore, but this was where she wanted to be.

She stayed clear of Myers as much as possible however. The implements of safety after Winters' death still were in place. His door was only to be opened with a dozen orderlies in assistance. His ties to the outside world had all but been cut.

When she came back to his door for the first time, just in passing for he required no medication from her, Sammy stood to watch for a minute. The orderly sat with a sports magazine and asked her if she needed anything. She told him no and immediately she saw Michael's head raise. Quickly she left.

The colors of fall took the trees. Jack-o-lanterns began appearing on porches and the supermarket displayed giant frankenstein face made up of soda pop boxes. Sammy convinced Klein to let her decorate the lobby with only a couple of weeks to go before halloween. Not many visitors came until the holidays and so who would see it anyway?

Taping a witch flying across the moon up on the wall, Sammy balanced on two arms of a chair. Laurel watched her from her permanent nest at reception, eating at the candy corns Sammy had put out.

The tape in her mouth, Sammy tried to ask her, "Ish id shtraid Rarel?!"

Not looking up at this point the woman just nodded, "Sure honey."

The door opened to the lobby and Sammy couldn't hardly see who had come in as she held the picture up with her forehead, trying to get a piece of tape dispensed. Most likely a new delivery person who didn't know where the back door was.

The voice sounded young and female and made Sammy feel like someone had doused her with a bucket of icewater.

"Hi, my name is Laurie Strode. I'd like to see Michael Myers."

The witch slipped from Sammy's fingers and fell down behind the chairs.

Laurel must have been caught off guard too.

"I'm sorry what?" Laurel asked.

"Um, Michael Myers? I would like to see him?" the girl repeated a little more awkwardly.

Laurel still didn't get it, "Myers?"

Coming down from the chair and twisting around discreetly, Sammy looked at the girl who was holding onto the counter, fidgeting. Dark blonde hair, light eyed and even a bit taller than Sammy.

"Yes I'm his sister…"

Sammy's eyes widened and she questioned her own ears now.

Laurel's face slowly changed to someone who had just gotten the punchline of a very poorly told joke.

"Oh I see." Laurel had heard it before. "Well Miss Strode, I'm sorry to tell you that visitors need to be scheduled and approved of ahead of time. It says that clearly on the website…"

The girl just stared at her blinking, her mouth cinched into a tense line.

"I tried to call twice and no one picked up the phone. Would it be that hard to check and see if I can see him now?" Laurie asked boldly.

Laurel had been known to let the phone ring as she read her supermarket smut books.

"No it's not possible. I'm sorry." Laurel shook her head.

"Can't you ask someone? I mean, isn't there someone else I can talk to?" Laurie we obviously anxious and impatient.

Clearing her throat, Sammy walked up to them, "Thank you Laurel I'll help her."

Both the receptionist and the visitor turned to Sammy as if she had suddenly just appeared in a puff of smoke.

"Miss Strode, per state regulations we really can't authorize a visit without prior consideration with the inmates here. Let me just give you some information on how to go about doing that…" Sammy smiled at her and motioned for her to come over to the doors.

"No." Laurie glared at her. "I want to see my brother."

Raising an eyebrow Sammy glanced back at Laurel who was watching them intently.

When Michael had first been placed here, there had been quite a few people who had come to see him. Fans, angry mobs, preachers who wanted to exorcise him, people who wanted to adopt him, and people claiming to be his relatives. None were permitted, the judge ordered that only immediate family would be approved. This left few allowances.

The stream of wishful visitors slowly tapered off and every now and again some person with a fixation for him would show up and try to get a look; like he were an artifact in a museum. It had been over 3 years since the last one.

Sammy nodded at her with concern, "Yes I understand that. Look we are subject to the court and...your brother, he needs to be given time to...get ready and taken to a place where you can see him."

What she didn't tell Laurie was that after Winters' death, Myers had been put on the no visits list by Dr. Klein.

"I can wait. I don't need to go anywhere today." Laurie told her, crossing her arms defensively.

Laurel just sat there looking amused, "Would you like for me to call security Miss Loomis?"

"What?!" Laurie bristled, "What do you guys do here? Just throw away the key? Not let anyone see their family!?"

Trying to calm her Sammy shot Laurel a curdled glare, "No that won't be necessary Laurel…" and beckoned for Laurie to follow her through the front door.

Ruffled Laurie did so, also scowling at Laurel.

Out in the cooled breeze, Sammy shut the door soundly behind them.

"I'm sorry about that." She said, "Can I call you Laurie?"

Shifting angrily from one foot to the other Laurie hesitantly nodded.

"Ok Laurie, I'm Samantha Loomis, I'm one of the medical staff here. I understand you're upset and that this is frustrating but let me help you. First of all they're going to want to make sure you are who you say you are. They won't just let anyone see...Michael. Then it's got to be arranged. It takes a while to take a maximum security patient someplace where you can visit with them comfortably." Sammy explained to her, shivering slightly at a rush of air that carried with it dancing leaves around their feet.

Laurie studied her skeptically.

"That receptionist is a real hag." she said to Sammy.

Shrugging, Sammy couldn't argue, "Receptionists' union, what are you gonna do?"

The girl grudgingly smiled. Sammy decided she could very well be who she said she was. She bore a resemblance to what Sammy remembered Michael to look like but she looked more like Deborah. Still there were channels that had to be gone through and so Sammy informed her of the documents she needed to bring and Sammy would take care of the restrictive order that Myers was currently on.

Sammy couldn't help but think perhaps this could be a fulcrum for Michael.

So with some reasoning, Sammy convinced Laurie to exchange numbers and she promised to tell her the soonest date everything could be set up.

Angel Myers. It might be true. She claimed she had the self identifying paperwork and would bring it back when Sammy told her to.

After watching Laurie's car go, Sammy went straight to Klein.

As soon as he had shuttled her into his office, obviously not wanting others to casually hear the conversation Klein sighed in exasperation.

"After everything that's happened, you want to risk another atrocity?!"

"I'm fairly sure this is his baby sister! From what his files have said and the fact that she was completely unharmed by him, I just think that this could be what he needs…"

"You saw what happened to Winters when she simply showed him pictures! What do you think will happen when he sees his flesh and blood sister, if it is her?" the man resisted.

Sammy rolled her lips for the tension, "We can take extra measures. She can come talk to him through the door?"

"No. Regulations are that no visitors go to the residential floors, you know that." Said Klein.

"Dr. Klein," Sammy tried to slow the velocity of the argument to calm it, "No matter what our fears about this are, this girl is dead set on seeing her brother. What if she goes to the state or the media? They'll come in here and see how much we're struggling. That might be good if it gets us the funds we need to update this place, but if they're anything like Amanda was, they will most likely make big changes and I don't know if they'll ask for permission or not."

Klein couldn't retort. He knew she was right.

She continued, "If we can maybe get something out of this, something positive and show Smith's Grove in a good light, maybe they'll see us worth investing in, and letting you make the changes you think are best for our patients."

It was almost word for word what Amanda had said and it made Sammy sick to buy into the bureaucracy and politics of the matter but there seemed no escape from it.

Klein dropped into his chair in concession. "You'd better guarantee there will be no mishaps Miss Loomis. You keep that monster of yours under control...period."

"I will." Sammy promised.

Afterwards she called Laurie Strode and the made an appointment for her to return in two days. To keep the peace, it was suggested that Myers be heavily tranquilized and the bindings doubled. But Sammy didn't want him aggravated by a dart and instead insisted that she be present as he was transported to the visitation room. She had not spoken to him in the time she was back and hoped he wouldn't take in offence.

So the night before, Sammy came to the door, three orderlies with her. She wanted to give him warning which had been debated if it was a good idea to do so or not. A compromise was reached in that they would not tell him who it was but let him know someone was coming.

Not seeing him at his desk she searched until she saw a foot hanging off the edge of the bed and she called in, "Michael? Are you asleep?" There was a slight curling in the toes and Sammy continued, "I have something to tell you. Tomorrow we will have a visitor for you at 10am. I will be there. I think you'll really want to come."

There was no more movement and Sammy stood for a moment trying to think if she should say anything else but nothing came to mind.

"See you tomorrow." she added apprehensively.

Conner left early that day saying he was ill which Sammy felt would make things more difficult as he was Michael's caretaker most of the time. To have him there may have made Michael more comfortable, even if there was no guarantee of Michael being docile.

Twelve orderlies were rounded up and Klein stood by with the dart gun just in case.

"Now I'm going to go in and tell him." Sammy told them shortly, frowning at the brute force that already had her nervous. "Everyone please be respectful."

It had taken her all morning to convince Klein to let her enter first and now she felt that perhaps she was being a bit ambitious. At the same time it was as if she had been waiting to do this for a long time.

First she knocked, "Michael, it's me, Miss Loomis. Can I come in?"

At his desk of course he said nothing and putting in her key she unlocked the door fully.

It was only the second time she had ever been in the room and this time she was not alone there. Immediately she felt the eyeless sockets of dozens of masks peering down at her from the closely pressing walls. The room looked so much bigger from the outside.

"It's almost 10 o'clock. Are you ready?" Sammy forced her eyes to the back of his head, the bands of his mask bunching his tousled hair.

He was painting and continued to do so. So, swallowing at the feeling that something terrible was about to happen, Sammy walked up next to him, looking over his shoulder. The mask was not paper mache, it seemed to be made out of ripped cardboard and layered together choppily. He was spreading the thick, orange paint on it, giving a jack-o-lantern like look to it.

"This is different…" She observed, her eyes flickering over to his hair-curtained face. The mask he wore was white and plain with a wide mouth that showed the bushy beard and mustache underneath.

He gave no indication of her hearing her comment, or that he was willing to come, or that she was even there.

Behind her, Billy and the others grumbled and he stepped forward with the harness of chains meant for Michael. At the jingle of the linked metal Michael dropped his hands flat to the desk, tensing. The little paintbrush stub bounced and rolled off the desk's edge.

Sammy did not want this to end up like a year ago in the shower room and she brought her hand up for them to stop then motioned for the harness.

The men looked back at Klein who gave the slightest of nods.

Billy brought over the shackles and plopped the leather and chain onto her awaiting hand. The doubled weight she didn't count on and most of it fell to the floor as she grabbed for a hold on it. There were chuckles from the orderlies and Sammy could feel her face heating.

Groaning, Billy spoke up, "Let's go Myers. Make this easy on everyone."

"Could you guys wait out in the hall please?" she said dismissively.

Hesitantly they stepped out leaving her next to Myers.

"We've got to put them on Michael, if you want to go." So she stood there patiently.

Finally he rose and turned to her. Sammy tried to keep her face smooth despite the panic that gnawed at her repose as he loomed over her, inches away and unrestrained.

Straightening as much as she could, Sammy began to fiddle with the straps, then she stepped forward to put the belt around his waist. To do so she had to lean in very closely, her cheek brushing the fabric of his shirt, her arms around his surprisingly narrow body and she tried to move quickly.

She would only let herself concentrate on what she was doing and didn't let any thoughts of him strangling her or slamming her head against the wall make her hands shake any more than they already were.

Just the cumbersome weight of the harness would be draining to carry she thought as she fished up the thick bracelets and brought herself to look up into the eye openings of his mask. Those colorless eyes went from the bindings in her hands back up to hers blankly. Then Michael put out his hands to be cuffed. After, she bent down to attach his ankles. It took some time for just her to do it as she was obviously unused to performing the task and because of having to secure two sets of harnesses.

At last he was ready and she asked if anything was uncomfortable for which she expected to received no reply and was not disappointed.

The procession echoed of footsteps and clinking chains all the way to the elevator. Sammy insisted upon going with them and with four other men and Michael it was a tight squeeze. They were met by the rest of the escort when the door opened and proceeded to the visitation room.

Here the orderlies had to secure Michael. They anchored him to the ground but also threaded the chains through the chair so that he would be unable to stand.

Two guards stayed by the door and Sammy sat down and waited. It was five minutes after the hour and she had begun to think that maybe Laurie had changed her mind. Of course she had to get by Klein by showing him her proof of relation. So maybe the girl had been bluffing.

Then the door opened and the young, blonde girl with the stinging silver eyes stepped gingerly into the room.

In a zipped up hoodie and jeans, the girl adjusted her glasses with only a wiggle of her nose as she paused by the door. She stared at Michael who was sitting sideways from her, facing Sammy with no table in between them, just a span of six feet or so.

"Laurie." Sammy smiled at her with a confidence that looked good on the surface but had a shaky foundation, "I'm glad you're here. Come sit down."

Sammy pointed to a seat close to her own. If Michael went for them, she thought she could put herself between him and Laurie to give the other girl a chance to get away.

Laurie didn't move. She had folded her arms tightly against her chest and was still locked onto Michael who did not even look her way. He slumped in his chair, hands hanging limp between his parted legs and his head down. More hair fell over the mask, making it almost impossible to see him at all. Usually when someone came to visit an inmate, a special effort was made in their grooming. It was true, the environment was a relaxed one and Sammy had become desensitized to that. What she considered fine and normal presentation of the patients may look somewhat less preen to an outsider. She often thought of it as WalMart casual. But to tell Michael to put on a tuxedo and slick his hair back was probably not realistic. Although now that she was looking closely, his hair looked fairly clean even if it was still tangled.

"Laurie?" Sammy called to her again patiently.

The girl turned to her distractedly, "Hmm? Oh."

She came over carefully, her focus back on the large, bound man.

As she settled, Sammy kept her warm smile. She had briefed Laurie about Michael's general condition, that he hadn't spoken in years and about the masks. She also told Laurie that Michael didn't know who was coming, should Laurie decide to wait to tell him.

"This is Michael. I'll let you introduce yourself." Sammy suggested.

The girl finally turned her face to Sammy briefly and blinked nervously, "Yeah."

Then she coughed and looked back up to the unmoving man.

"Hi." Laurie left off, her hands knotting in her lap. "I'm...Laurie."

Not once did his eyes look up, they stared with hooded lids at the floor in front of him. The silence enfolded them and Sammy could only watch. It was nothing to do with her now. It was between these two.

"I think I remember you." Laurie's sentence was shaky and half whispered.

Quiet.

"Do you know me?" the girl asked intensely.

Quiet.

Laurie glanced over at Sammy who nodded encouragingly.

From her pocket, Laurie took something. An envelope and she opened it, retrieving folded tissue from inside. With a shaky hand, Laurie let it unravel and hang in the air.

"You...you sent this to me." She said.

Ever so slowly, Michael's head drew up. The generous eyeholes did not hide the lowering of his eyebrows and the tightening of the skin about his eyes even through the fringe of his hair.

Chains clattered against the metal chair and Michael straightened. He looked at the bath tissue scroll then he looked up at Laurie, his head tilting back a little and he stared.

Sammy felt like one of two rabbits in a cage with a wolf. She had not expected Michael to suddenly grin and speak, or cry and writhe. This is exactly what she would have expected of him. This or a hurricane of chains dismantling the room and she and Laurie screaming and scrambling for the door.

Bravely she sat though. 'Not on my time.'

This has to be on his time, and on Angel's. If he recognised and accepted her at all.

Sammy couldn't help but remember the photo on his desk. Michael had loved this person at one point. What did he feel now?

The two siblings sat and looked at each other. Both a far cry from the two happy children in the picture. Laurie reached up slowly and took her glasses off.

"I didn't know about all this." She went on. "They were trying to keep me safe. I didn't know I had a...a brother. And that you were here...all this time."

With an odd cock to his head, Michael brought his eyes to Sammy. He may have been questioning her if this was some sort of joke and if she really thought it was that funny. He may have been focusing blame upon her for his imprisonment or perhaps he was having a difficult time just looking at Laurie. He seemed to have recognised her, something familiar in her face. A trace of his mother or father? Just the fact that he was so animated with out being hostile had Sammy itching in her chair.

"...and a sister." the blurb of an after thought had Michael rotate his head mechanically back to Laurie. "Judith. Has she...has she come to see you?"

And Michael let out a puff of air from his nostrils that caught his hair and ruffled it.

Somehow, Laurie took this as a reason to go on, "I know where she is Michael. And I want to talk to her. You...you shouldn't be in here!"

The shy, reserved girl suddenly flared as if she was angry at him. Sammy put out a hand to her arm to keep her in check.

But Laurie ignored her, "They said I testified that you did it! That you killed them! I don't remember any of that! And you told me here in your letter, that you didn't do it. Why did you tell them you did?" she demanded.

"Laurie." Sammy broke in, "Slow down. Do we need a break?"

It was the same feeling or warning Sammy had gotten when Amanda persisted daringly. At the same time Sammy was fascinated by the one sided conversation. She had never seen the 'letter' that Laurie had and that it might have a denial that he had actually committed the crimes.

Swinging her head to face Sammy, Laurie was flushed and upset, "No…I'm sorry. It's been really hard these last few months. I'm ok."

Then she went back to Michael who sat stagnantly.

"Something's not right Michael. For some reason I feel very...connected to you. If you tell me that you really did it, you killed those two men and...our mother, I'll believe you. But you have to say it. I want to hear it from your mouth."

And for a moment Sammy held her breath thinking that maybe he would actually speak. His jaw shifted and top lip twitched just slightly but he remained in his chair, silent.

"Then I'll see if Judith can tell me." Laurie said half sulking, half in gentle scorn.

The visit did not endure much longer and for all of Michael's reaction he could have been one of the many empty, soulless chairs or tables in the room. There was no miraculous show of humanity nor rush of cold predator. He only saw his sister and sat still.

When Laurie finally had to leave, or had reached what she could stand of the meeting, she stood and said, "I...I'd like to come see you again, if you want."

At his lack of response, Sammy stood as well and escorted her out.

Out in the hall, Laurie leaned against the wall, the energy and rigor sapped from her.

"I don't know why I thought he would talk to me, or care. He hasn't seen me in 15 years." She said to the air.

Putting a warm hand to her shoulder, Sammy smiled, "In his time Laurie. He's been here quite a while. Let's be patient. But Laurie, you said he wrote that he didn't do it..."

With a longing glance back at the visitation room Laurie shook her head.

"Then he didn't say who did? That's why you'd go ask your...Judith Myers?" Sammy tried to be delicate.

"He said 'the lady in white'."

"Who's…"

Laurie's clutched the envelope that held the 'letter' in her hand, "I think...it was my mother."

After Laurie left Sammy went back to walk with Michael's escort and removed the manacles from him. She had just turned when the concussioning sound boomed in the confined space of the cell and she leaped towards the door. An orderly grabbed at her arm and dragged her out as she turned to see Michael's desk flipped and up against a wall as the door was slammed shut.

Thunder continued to rattle behind the door as what was inside let loose it's wrath.

Later, Sammy would go to the lightless room, scratched into the door's glass: 'Angel'.