Sam nodded. "The one you know, he isn't here?" Once upon a time there had been about a dozen Sams, and a dozen Deans in the camp. Their numbers had dwindled, an while Sam didn't mind that he felt a little bit of sadness for the ones who had moved on. Where had they gone?
"I pray for everyone in the camp, now and in the past, every night." He couldn't give them all individual prayers, of course, but he prayed faithfully every morning and every night.