"I'll help you," Sam said. "This is what I do, you know. At home. Try to save people from being consumed-- mentally or physically-- by the supernatural. It's harder here, because all the lore on your world is in... well, your world. But like I said, it also means there might be other possibilities to work with."
He took another long drink and finished his coffee. The warmth inside him wasn't only coming from the drink, though. He felt hopeful, and more importantly, it looked like he had given Sarissa some hope, too. He could do a lot to save people, but it was hard to work with someone who didn't want to be, or didn't believe they could be saved. "The moment I come up with something, I'll let you know."