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Sam

He felt bad. Worse than bad. Horrible. He felt anger, sadness & weakness at the same time. He hated the feeling of weak. He wanted his children back. His children. He wanted them to be okay & be save. But that didn't seem to be.

He missed his youngest son, Quackity. One day he left to build up a life, but he never saw him again. He didn't even know if he was alive. He didn't even know where he went. He was praying for it he was happy & well..

He was worried about George, but was happy Dream was with him most of the time.. He trusted Dream that he took care of his son, he knew they were close together. He knew Dream would never hurt George. He should do something back for Dream once, Sam owed him a lot, also for keeping him in prison for so long.

He crashed down on the couch, with his head in a cushion. He didn't want to, but couldn't help but start crying. He didn't cry often, but this time he had to release all the pressure from the last couple of days. There has been much going on and it has been pressuring and stressing him. He wanted Ponk back.. He had to look for him but couldn't get himself to stand up, his body was too weak and he was too tired. The fever he had was coming up too, he felt cold. He put his mask on the coffee table and closed his eyes. He had to rest, he couldn't do anything else anymore..