Samantha was a puzzle with a missing piece. After she had uttered her sentence about the devil, she started to go off, speaking in a stream of conciseness I couldnt understand. Anton couldnt detangle her words, either.
Has this ever happened before? I asked Anton while settling Samantha down on the couch.
Anton helped me put Samantha in a horizontal position. Samantha didnt seem to care; she was in her own little world, spewing phrases about the devil and dont kill me, dont kill me.
Once before. I never thought it would happen again. Sam comes from a weird place. She hardly ever tells anyone about her past. If shes told you anything, shes probably told you a lie.
Why? Whats in her past? Normally, I wouldnt have barged into her past so willingly, but because we were dealing with a freaky Sam, I was willing to go into places I might not otherwise visit.