As Sam lay motionless on the sand, she began to meditate. Her chest began to rise and fall with the hypnotic ocean waves. The sounds around her became extraneous clatter, the fray she sought shelter from. She receded further into her contentment, until finally she slipped into her subconscious entirely. She watched as the stressors of her every day glamor faded into obscurity leaving her with her truest loves; her partners. Clover and Alex were her life, and she would fight tenaciously for the two of them. As she began to imagine all she would do for her friends, she began to remember all the times she was woefully close to losing them. All the villains, all the near misses and close calls, they all haunted her. What would happen if she wasn't there to save them? What would she do without them? As she fought her memories and her anxieties, she flinched and strained and couldn't breathe until finally she lurched into an upright position. She gasped for air, both hands ready for a fight. Quickly she lowered her hands. She could hear that everything was the same as when she first closed her eyes. Her eyes were what seemed to be playing tricks on her however. She looked down and saw she was sitting on an enormous tapestry! A tapestry that matched her bikini more than it matched the towel she had been lying down on seemingly moments ago. Finally, Sam made the connection. Her worst nightmare was confirmed. She was helpless, and her friends were going to need her. The hot sun beat down on her naked body, and she needed to find safety before doing anything else.
A shadow loomed over here from behind.
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