COMPLETED "Hold my hands, Sam," she said. "Don't let me go, Sam," she said. "I won't, Anna, I won't let you go," Sam said. What's going to happen, Sam?" "I don't know, Anna." "Am I going to die?" "No, Anna. You're not going to die." "Don't let go of me, Sam." "I don't want to die," Anna repeated. "I... I don't know what it's like." "It's okay, Anna." Anna smiled. "That was a nice date. When we went out." "It was." For a split second it was like Anna blurred. Too fast to be real. She blurred, and Sam could almost swear she had smiled at him. And his fingers squeezed on nothing. I know I am not the only one who remembers this part. but am i the only one who wondered "what date??". i wanted to know what happened on this date, and why it didn't go farther. So i wrote it. all creds to Michael grant and his genius. this is a one-shot.