For the first time in a long, long time, Faith wasn't planning on patrolling that night. She'd already contacted Jacen and Tenel Ka, asking them both to cover her for the night. That didn't rule out yet another visit to Spike's fight club later, but that would have been just her letting off steam. Patrol was duty and duty came first. Arranging for someone else to take her area of the city was her main priority.
But once that had been sorted, and after messages of support from people like Claire and Cathy, all Faith was able to do was wait. Sit in Claire's living room, and wait to see if Sam was even going to turn up. The various empty bottles of vodka were in a box in the far corner, waiting to be disposed of and out of tempting reach.
It was hard, sitting and trying not to let her mind go over every single painful detail, both real and imaginary, as she waited. Ruby's triumphant taunting still echoed around her head, as did Sam's single minded focus in that damned warehouse.
Faith was considering burning that place down.
Her imagination was working overtime as well, going over everything Sam had said to her through their entire relationship, picking them apart for the lies as she pictured him going off to see Ruby, sneaking off for some sordid little affair. It was really annoying that all those vodka bottles were empty.
Finally, just when she thought she was just going to snap and leave to do something she heard movement, looking up to see Sam. Her face remained carefully expressionless as she remained in place on the sofa, her arms folded.
"Well," her voice was low as she glared. "I gather you're not so much with the screaming hallucinations any more. Good for you."