Samantha headed back to her shop, tear's running down her face. She walked into her shop and started to cry.

"Way to go Sammy," she said bitterly to herself. "You've ruined it. He hates you, and who's to blame him. I hate my brother. I hate the Klan." She wiped the tears from her eyes. Taking out a piece of paper, she started to write.

Break

Facilier sat in his shop, mulling over the events of the day.

"Y'all don't think I was too hard on her, do ya?" He asked Shadow. Shadow frowned at him.

She seemed upset, he said. And I liked Samantha.

"I know you did," Facilier said. It was then he noticed a note slip under his door. Raising an eyebrow, he walked over to the door and picked it up. He glanced at the door and locked it to be safe. He unfolded the paper and started to read. It was a note, many of the words having been blurred into nothingness from tears. It read:

Dear Facilier,

I am *blur* sorry. I sh*blur*d have told you about *blur* brothe*blur*om the start. I n*blur*r meant to lie to you. *blur*re is anything i can do *blur* make it up to *blur*, I will. Please, forgive me.

With deepest regr*blur*s,

Samantha

P.S. *What followed was scratched out far too much for Facilier to read. All he could tell was that it started with an 'I' and ended with a 'U.'*

Facilier looked at the note for a few minutes before cursing to himself.

"Damn it all," he hissed. "Come on," he said to Shadow as he headed out the door.

Break

Samantha walked down the alley which contained her shop. It was night now and she didn't feel safe out alone. She was nearing her shop when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Look what we have here boys," a man said from behind her. Samantha turned around and saw three white men standing behind her. She swallowed, recognizing them as Ed, Sam and Jonny, the three men Facilier had told her to stay away from. She backed away until it her back hit the wall.

"Look's like it's the Shadowman's little pet, Jonny," the one to the right said.

"I'd say you're right, Ed" Jonny replied. "'Cept I heard she ain't his anymore. Heard he hates her now."

"I that case," Sam said, "he wouldn't mind if we had a little fun." Samantha swallowed, too frightened to scream. Jonny laughed and walked towards her.

"Relax, miss," he said, pulling out a knife. "If you're quiet, we won't even hurt you." Samantha closed her eyes as he walked towards her. Just then, she heard something drop onto the ground between her and the trio.

"I hope y'all ain't threatenin' my friend here," a deep voice said. Samantha opened her eyes and saw Facilier standing between her and Jonny. She could see that the three had paled, with Ed and Sam backing away slightly.

"N-not at all," Jonny said, too frightened to turn and run. Facilier's gaze narrowed and his eyes began to glow with anger. He blasted at the ground at Jonny's feet causing him to jump back with a yelp, landing on his back and trembling. Facilier stalked towards Jonny, and Samantha noticed a small dagger in the witch doctor's hand. She swallowed and spoke.

"Let them go," she pleaded, not wanting to see someone die. Facilier frowned and turned to her.

"Sammy..." he started.

"Please," she begged. "It's been a long night." Facilier nodded and turned back to the three.

"If I ever see y'all near Sammy again," he threatened, "I make y'all wish for death." They nodded before turning to flee. Once the were gone Facilier turned back to Samantha.

"You alright chere?" He asked, he voice gentle now. Samantha nodded and threw herself into his arms.

"I'm so sorry," she choked out. "I should have told you. I never meant to keep it form you, I swear." Facilier chuckled and placed his hand under her chin.

"It's alright chere," he said. "Sorry for loosin' my temper. You are a good friend, and I'd like to keep it that way." Samantha nodded, resting her head against his chest.

"Stay with me tonight," she said. "Please?" facilier nodded.

"I think I could do that," he said, placing his arm around her shoulders and leading her back into her shop. "Yes, I could definately do that."