Fatima closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Okay. Maybe she was dreaming. Or...hallucinating? She didn't feel like she was asleep. But sometimes, she had a hard time separating her dreams from her life, especially given what her life had become.

She opened her eyes again and he was still there.

Setting aside her book, she slowly stood up, using the nearest stack for support, because she was feeling a little unstable.

In oh-so-many ways.

"...Sam?"