Sam felt his eyelids get heavy as he sat in English, listening to Colson go on about the school budget. He wondered blearily before falling asleep if there were any corndogs left in the fridge on the Helicarrier.
The final bell rang, and Colson sighed, erasing the board. He watched as the kids walked out, noticing that the teenaged SHEILD team was still hovering around one of the desks.
Sam was fast asleep, head resting on his arms. He had already explained to everyone what had been going on, or at least he had explained it as far as they had required. They wondered if they should wake him up, but considering that this was the first time he had actually slept since the Worldmind incident, they were hesitant. In the end, they just carried him out of the classroom. Luke had his arms, and Iron Fist his ankles. They carried him back to the Helicarrier, where they threw him onto the nearest couch. Sam even slept through the alarm that went off soon after, apparently some strange green, lizard like alien was attacking downtown…
Ok, so there it is, the end. If you don't know who the alien is, reread chapter two. Also, if you want to know about when Sam was ten, you can read my other story, A Past Long Forgotten. Okay, that's about it. See you guys later (if anyone actually reads this, that is...).