"Are you even human?"
The room was lit dimly with fluorescent lights, and the layout and furniture indicated that it was an office of some type. Paperwork was strewn across the desk, almost chaotic, but Faith had the impression that was all in the order the owner intended it to be in.
She glanced around, in the room - but not in the room at the same time. Almost like she was a ghost, and watching from the scene, but separate from it all, as if it were a movie of some kind.
A body sat slumped over, chains around the torso, locked with a padlock across the chest, while a man watched carefully from the opposite corner, a slight smirk on his handsome face - though his eyes were cold, calculating.
The man had a knife tucked into the back of his pants, the blade glimmering when it hit the light, and for a second, Faith was mesmerised by it.
The body looked up suddenly, his eyes bloodshot, but focused on the needle that was just his grasp.
Faith gasped, trying to yell but finding she had no voice.
She'd recognise those eyes anywhere.
Sam.
~*~*~*~
Faith woke with a start, and though she felt the heat from Sam's body next to her, she checked anyway, turning over, so she was facing his back.
She ran a hand softly across his shoulder blades, watching the muscles ripple as he breathed deeply. With each rise and fall of his chest, she felt calmer.
Just a dream.