"So much for the park." The voice caused Flynn to jump as he turned from the door to the apartment room. "This is Samanthas house..no?" Luke questioned. "What do you want?" Flynn sternly asked. "She's done, Flynn. She doesn't want anything to do with a murderer. You killed her brother, man. Just give up." Luke rolled his eyes before turning and heading downstairs. "I'll be waiting." He called out. Flynn turned to glance at the object he left at her door once more. It was a picture of Sam, she was much much younger. Luke sat next to her, he seemed to be studying, and she seemed to have taken the picture over his shoulder. On the back in black marker read, "I'm sorry." He had nothing more to say to her. He couldn't beg, he couldn't tell her he was leaving. But he could tell her he was sorry. And he was. Flynn turned, jogging down the stairs after Luke.