Sam sat on the couch, still absorbing the weight of her decision. With few exceptions, she wouldn't be going off-world again. She closed her eyes. She couldn't have chosen a worse time for a hiatus. They were still looking for the Lost City of the Ancients. And if there was a device there, they might need her to help decipher its function.
She took a deep breath. Crises like that would always be arising. If she wanted to have any lasting happiness found in a relationship, then she would have to learn to tell the rest of the world "no" every once in a while.
"You made the right decision, Sam."
She looked up to see her dad. She blinked a few times...this must be residual from her head injury. "Okay, I know you're not real, but what do you need?"
"Who said I wasn't real?" He asked, stepping toward her.
"Well, you just appeared in my living room and answered some internal questions." She responded.
"Well, I just thought you could use some help." He replied, sitting in the armchair across from her.
"With what?"
"Occupying yourself for the next two months."
"Dad, I think I can handle it. Never mind, I'm talking to a figment of my imagination. Maybe I'm going insane because of the stress...maybe the President is right, and I have finally cracked under the pressure." She replied, logically.
"You...crazy? Never in a million years."
Here we go again...