Sam arrived home only minutes after Brooklyn did. He appeared both physically and emotionally exhausted. Brooklyn bit her lip, for she knew she was at fault. If she never insisted on going to Ella's house, none of this would have happened. She would have remained alive and could be pressing her lips to Sam's right now. Louis would still have a mom, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones would still have a daughter, and Sam would still have a fiancée.

Sam was single again, Brooklyn realized. There was nothing preventing him from moving on and marrying another woman. If all went as planned, it would be three whole months before she could return. Was that enough time for him to move on? It guilted her to hope the answer was no. She didn't want him to grieve for the next 90 days, but she want him to date someone else, either. Everything needed to be given time. No rushing out of the grieving process, no rushing to pack away her things, no rushing to find a step mother for Louis. Whatever happened throughout these next three months would be vital to their futures.

After Sam traveled to Louie's bedroom, Brooklyn decided to tag along. She was proud of the cute cartoon-style art she had designed for the walls. It had been fun designing and creating them. The outcome was perfect. To Brooklyn's surprise, Sam suddenly started praying out loud. [i]Praying[/i]. That was something she didn't think she'd ever seen him do before. "Sam..." she found herself speaking aloud. He mentioned how she was born an angel, how he loved her, how she was his first love, and lastly, apologized for not being there to protect her.

"It's not your fault," she murmured as if he could possibly hear her. "If anything, it's mine. I was the one in the car. I was the one who didn't pay much attention to the approaching headlights. I was the one who died." A sad smile passed her lips as she reached out to gently stroke Louis' head. The way Sam held him so protectively was heart warming. Even though Brooklyn had only been gone for less than twenty four hours, she could tell Sam and Louis had already formed a new unspoken bond. She loved that fact beyond words. If she happened to fail her mission and be refused resurrection, at least Sam and Louis would always have each other. 

She walked with them out of the bedroom and into the living room where Ms. Hanson had set down a sandwich for her son. "You really must eat, love," Brooklyn chimed in without thinking. But Sam had already fallen asleep. "....or it can wait until you wake up," she added with a chuckle. He may not have eaten quite yet, but at least he was finally getting some rest. 

While waiting for him to wake up, she invested herself in some wing exercises. Earlier Sawyer had mentioned that new wings, especially wings from Dog and not God, were usually very frail and needed to be worked out to help them gain some strength and stamina. [i]But how should I do this?[/i] she thought to herself. Standing in the middle of the living room not far from Sam, she gazed out of the window as she flexed and unflexed then stretched and unstretched her wings at a steady rhythm. In and out, side to side.

After a short while of that she was already growing weary. Regardless, she forced herself to continue doing it for at least another five minutes before stopping. It would prove to be beneficial to have stronger wings when traveling between altitudes, Sawyer had claimed. [i]But when would I even need to do that?[/i] An exhausted Brooklyn needed a break. Collapsing on the couch next to Sam, she wrapped her arms around him and mindlessly stared straight ahead as she leaned her head on his shoulder.