Sam returned after several minutes with her bread and stew, it had taken some extra time as he had taken the time to heat the stew back up. He was careful with his placement of it, making sure she would not get burned when he handed her the bowl and smiled. once she had her food he would sit back in front of the window. he had a lot on his mind after all. She wasn't the first person to tell him to atone, so he was right back where he started. How could he atone? that was the one thing no one seemed to be able to answer. Go home and swing for a cheering crowd? Its not like he could raise the dead so what was he supposed to do?

Sam kept his seat there while she ate, still looking out the window, but in his mind he was thousands of miles away and several years in the past, going over everything he had done in his head. he replayed it over and over again in his head.