Please, Sammy. Please, please, please... god... [She could come so easily. All she had to do was let go. She was holding on, though. Fighting to stay back from the edge this one more time. One more time. She could do this. Especially with the thought of what Sam had planned for her at home, if she did.] Come, please. Fill me up, make me all yours. Want you. Want all of you.