gone to hell

After his rather odd meeting with Loren at this very spot the day prior, Sam found himself wanting to return to the Spire and think; he certainly had plenty to ponder over between his latest string of romantic mishaps and the new batch of rising tensions between the Ascended and well, everyone else. He was just approaching the Spire, hand outreached to touch the smooth surface as had become his custom, when suddenly there was a shriek that made his fingers freeze. Looking out to where he'd heard it, into the wasteland...oh. A woman in odd clothing, in the middle of nowhere, clearly distressed: another Outlander had arrived. As bizarre as the whole situation was, it really had become quite routine. As there was no one else around, Sam supposed it was his duty to inform her of her new life, as unsure as he was of how to do that. Approaching he waved, making sure he ran in the shadow of the Spire (he'd found he could do better with the sun nowadays but still covered up and used the shade when he could) as he called out: "Hello? Are you alright?? Can I help you?" She was rather obviously not, but he wasn't sure how else to start: Hi, welcome to your new life away from all your loved ones! was hardly a comforting greeting. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child