As the city night life flickered about him Samuel considered his options. He could run and ultimately subject himself to a lifetime of looking over his shoulder, or he could turn himself in and hope the police would understand the extenuating circumstances that surrounded her demise. Her sweet face flashed in his mind now. Blonde hair blowing back up toward him. Her features scared, full of fear, eyes questioning and accusing at the same time. He remembered the scream as she fell. A shrill sound that, even now, pierced him to the bone and cut his heart like a knife. The thud that followed had seen to completely emaciating any hope Sam had of putting this night completely behind him. She slipped. He was sure of this. He reached out to hold her and she slipped on the rain drenched balcony. She must have. There is no way he could harm her, not even now that she admitted to the truth and substantiated Sam's claims once and for all. Even as she spoke the words confirming his worst fears he knew he would still love her just as completely as ever and would find a way to get through this. That was four hours ago, and now Trinity was dead.

A siren one block over echoed through the city and roused Sam from his reverie. Quickly he stood and started off in the opposite direction of the noise. Trying to clarify any confusion about this night had to wait, because now his main priority was survival. The rain started to fall once again and Samuel trudged off into the night in search of a place to sleep, and to think.