Sleeping had threatened to escape her once she felt the first stirrings near her, warmth escaping her side. Jo reacted by yawning wide and hard, a sound that had culminated on a distinctly wolfish whine, and stretched both arms and legs. However, it was the sound of something hitting the coffee table that made her finally open her eyes. Making a confused, sleepy sound, Jo realized it had been Sam to scurry out of there and knock against the table.
"Sam?" She called out, still confused. Looking around, the living room had all the looks of your typical Summers movie night. Two DVDs, snacks - but only two glasses. Had she and Sam fallen asleep watching a movie? Had they fallen asleep close enough to each other that she had ended up resting against him? Suddenly, faint, vague memories of the night before came to mind. And the days before after that. Jo scratched her eyes, yawning again. "What the hell..."
She finally tried to follow Sam wherever he had gone, coming to find him outside, bent down, struggling to breathe. "Sam, Jesus!" Jo rushed to kneel down beside him, ignoring the chill in the air, reaching for his shoulder before thinking better of it and pulling her hand back to her thigh. "It's okay, you can breathe: in, out, in, out."