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At first, Sam doesn't think all that much of it. That in itself is probably ill-advised when he knows he's a hell of a lot stronger than he was the day before, but he learns quickly that shit is weird all over the city. At least is isn't climbing up buildings or accidentally starting fires or anything of the sort. This is manageable, and it isn't as if he's about to go wasting his time asking around, trying to figure out what these newfound abilities mean or where they might have come from. He'll wait it out, like the weekend on the island when he was a kid again, and all the other weird shit that happened there.

It's when he goes to sleep that everything changes. The dreams are — unsettling, to say the least, dark and gruesome, featuring women he knows he's never seen before, except he's pretty sure he is them, which is even weirder. It's not as if he expects everything that happens in his head while he sleeps to make total sense, but this is different. Only, then, there is someone familiar, and even when he wakes up with his heart racing, he knows who might have some answers for him.

He doesn't bother letting Buffy know he's stopping by before he heads over, just hoping she's home when he stands at her door and knocks, arms folding over his chest as he waits. When the door does open, he grins crookedly at her, offering in lieu of a greeting, "So, uh, I had this dream about you last night."
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That Sam hadn't seen this coming wasn't something that surprised him, in retrospect. He'd been told for most of his life that he had an unhealthy tendency to run headlong into things, to act without considering the consequences, and that sooner or later, he would find himself paying for it. More often than not, he managed to get out of such situations with only a few scrapes, metaphorical or otherwise. Now, he was finally beginning to consider the possibility that this time, he might not be so lucky. When he had first heard about Rapture, he had jumped at the chance to get to explore it, the first time in weeks that he hadn't felt like he was going to suffocate from how stifling this was. Being there was intriguing, like the moment he'd shown up on the Grid but less familiar. Faced with the inability to leave, though, he was considerably less fascinated.

At least he wasn't alone. At least, for that matter, he was well aware of how capable Buffy was, even if his knowledge of the TV series was rusty at best. What was more, she was good company; hell, if he had to be stuck in a place like this, where they clearly weren't entirely safe, then he could think of few other people he'd have rather been with. It worked. He wasn't giving up yet, anyway; it wasn't in his nature to. Turning towards her, he lifted a shoulder, as casual as could be managed in the situation. "So where to now?"

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