When Sam broke the silence, Dana glanced over, brows furrowed the slightest.

"Yeah...I know. Tried callin' him too." Sighing, she reached up, shoving her hand back through her hair.

She'd done the same thing as Sam, though....she wasn't as worried. Or at least she was trying to convince herself she wasn't.

So she nodded, trying to smooth her look out. "I'm sure he's fine. It's Dad...he's probably just...laying low. Something big must be happening..." And the thought of that wasn't good either.