Sam just knelt there, sopping wet and silently staring at the clothing materializer. The occasional spark echoed from within the sealed chamber, and the bright red blinking of 'Fatal Error No. L57-T' intermittently lit up her face. The overhead lights had all gone out after the blast, giving her half-second silhouette a surrealism typically reserved for alien monster movies. She'd laughed once, but it echoed in her mind, over and over again.

"It never ends." She shook her head. Another awkward silence followed, and it seemed like she would never move again. Finally, she took a deep, shuddering breath and hauled herself to her feet. She turned to face the man in the boxers. For a moment, it seemed like she had something to say, but, failing to find the words, brushed past him. She headed straight for her room and began to collect her things.