Flynn's ears caught Sam's call, but he stayed still. He lifted the necklace to his eyes once more, before turning to wards the door and approaching it. He flipped the lock before turning the doorknob. He didn't even flinch as Sam fell into the room, landing on her back on the floor. He just stared down at her. She looked tired, exhausted, weak. He could have stepped over her and left. He could have turned and killed her. He could have sat back on the couch. What he did next was odd. He lowered himself to the floor, laying on his back right beside Sam. They laid there, staring at the ceiling.