times they are achangin'

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? There came a point where it was a dangerous to stare into the void much longer and Sam realised he'd reached it when he was beginning to lean in over the railing, think about the noise his body would make as he hit the bottom; it was odd: he didn't even want to die anymore, yet his mind still supplied the imagery as readily as it ever had. A lingering symptom, he supposed. Stepping back and turning to set off back home, he flinched as he saw a person where there hadn't been before. Taking a breath (he really had to stop letting his nerves get the best of him) he smiled and walked towards her, assuming it might be a new Outlander in need of assistance. "Hello! I don't often see people out so late. Are you alright?" He asked, keeping a distance of a few feet between them. He'd learnt a lot of new Outlanders were anxious at first, and especially given the time, he wanted to give the woman some space.