Re: [Hamartia]
Sam had long since given up on the habit of staying up for Rory. She couldn't do it, not with classes and everything else. Saturdays were supposed to be a day for sleeping in anyhow and she intended to get the full amount of sleep. Five AM had her snoring in bed, a copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream under her pillow. Sirens were an unwelcome alarm clock and she was jolted from sleep involving her father wearing a donkey's head and yelling at her for not finding Freddie. Waking up didn't seem much better, not with the violent view from her window.
Like most, Sam reacted to the chaos by going towards it. She grabbed a sweatshirt and threw it on before wishing she was down in the lobby. No one noticed the girl show up in a corner with glitter and she hurried out, pushing through for a familiar face. She thought she saw Rory out there, talking to some girl around her age but she knew better than to ask him what was going on - even if she desperately wanted to. She spotted Luke a moment later, reaching for his elbow. "What happened?" she asked quietly.