"I can do whatever I want, you're not my mother too, alright? Jesus! I just landed here, in a bloody bathtub in a strangers apartment on the other side of the United States when weeks ago my Sam fucking proposed to me and I said no. Alright? I told him no. I'm not ready for this Sam or any other Sam and if that Sam wants to pretend that I'm his wife, then he's in for one fuck of a surprise. Goddamnit!" She said, getting up and storming out of the bar. She put her hands to her head and pulled at her hair, not knowing what to make of any of this. It was her first reality swap that she really could recall or know she lived through and she was clearly not handling it well. "I just want to go home..." She wailed softly, toddling into the parking lot.