"Something tells me you're very good at your job." For all his self-imposed silence, Sam found himself enjoying Gabriel's running commentary and odd sense of humor. It was a relief from the dour hospital staff and his family's constant state of worry and agitation around him.

He smiled a little at the thought of Gabriel having a revolving door installed at the front desk, but he didn't want to think too much about leaving. Half of him was afraid he'd never get out and the other half was afraid he would.