"Charline, you really don't seem like you're doing to well. Are you sure you're okay?" Mrs. Thompson helped Sam with the dishes, rinsing off the plates as she washed them.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Thompson, I'll be fine." Sam smiled at her elderly neighbor. They had talked all afternoon, but Sam's heart wasn't really in it. She sighed and hung her head, no longer trying to hide the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.
"You should really sit down, let it all out." Mrs. Thompson lead her to the couch in the small living room. Sam knew she couldn't tell her neighbor what was really going on, but maybe she could come up with some sort of tale that would be believable.
"I'm just scared. I have this feeling that something's wrong, with my friends." Sam let herself cry for once, but wiped the tears away as quickly as they fell. "They have some pretty dangerous jobs, and just keep getting this feeling that something has happened to them."
Mrs. Thompson wrapped her arms around Sam, whispering words of comfort into her ear. She stroked her hair softly, holding her in comfort. "It'll be okay. These types of feelings are normal."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that." Sam gave her a small smile before sitting up straight and clearing off her face. "Well, it's getting late, I'm sure you need to be getting home. Thank you." She stood and lead the elderly lady to the door.
"Okay, get some rest deary." Mrs. Thompson left Sam leaning on the door, practically exhausted by the day. She decided to check on her team before going to bed.
A/N: Here you go for now! sorry it's so short.