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"I don't think I'm a good human, father." Sam stated to the man on the other side of the booth, the two of them staring straight ahead.

"Why do you think that?" He asked quietly as Sam looked down at her fingers, watching the electricity dance between them.

"I think I need to rephrase that." Lantom stayed quiet as the electricity died away. "I don't think I'm human."

Lantom side eyed Sam questionably, raising a brow. "What?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"That why we are in here. I can't tell anyone anything we discussed." Sam nodded slowly as she but down on her lip, letting out a shaky breath.

"Last night... I saw a woman dragging a man's body j to her apartment complex. He was bloody.. Beaten... if this boy didn't see him, he could have died." Sam looked up for a moment, eyes watered with tears. "The woman is someone I don't like. The man... he's my friend. And he nearly got himself killed."

Lantom didn't say anything, simply listening to Sam go on. "I uh... I found out which apartment she lived in and.. and I took him back to mine. But... I didn't just stitch him up, father... I healed him. In no way that a human could."

"What do you mean?" Lantom asked as the electricity between her fingers sparked again, clenching her fist.

"I have.. abilities. Powers, I guess. I've never liked to use either of those words, and I sure as hell didn't like to— sorry." Sam shut her eyes tightly at the use of her words, clearing her throat. "I've never liked using words that would... consider me to be an outcast of society. Powers. Abilities. Gift. Curse... It made me fearful."

"You healed his wounds with your own hands?" Lantom asked, and Sam nodded slowly.

"Yes.. I did. I think he wanted me to heal something else of his but... that injury has been there since he was a boy. It's permanent."

"Your other abilities... what are they?"

"See, if I told you, you'd think of me as some angel." Sam choked a laugh as Lantom frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing... I—" Sam paused when her phone started ringing, Matt's face popping up in the screen. "I think I should go, father. Thank you for your time." Sam quickly left the small booth, running out of the church, answering her phone.

"I think I'd like to say this is the first time you have called me. And now I don't feel so desperate to be your friend again." There was a deep chuckle on the other end, followed by a groan of pain. Sam paused, frowning in confusion. "Was that pain I heard? What the hell did you do?"

"I fell..." Sam deadpanned with unamusement.

"Very funny. Did you get beat up again?"

"No... I fell down the stairs... trying to get out of your apartment... I kinda can't stand up." Sam's eyes widened in shock.

"Seriously, Matt?! If someone tells you to sleep then you sleep! You haven't been healed for that long at it takes a while for everything to settle back into place! I'll be there soon." Sam hung up before Matt could talk, looking around before running into an alleyway.

"Shit." Sam mumbled as she realized her shirt would get ruined again. "He better have a broken bone." Sam took off her jacket quickly, squinting her eyes in pain as her wings ripped through her shirt, flying up quickly with a wobble.

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"Fuck— fuck — SHIT." Sam crashed down onto one of her outdoor chairs with a loud thud and proceeded to groan in pain. "Ow."

Sam slowly stood up, watching her wings flutter angrily. "It's not my fault you guys can't control how fast we descend." She complained, one of the wings slapping her arm. "Watch it or i'll cut you off." The wing winced before the pair sunk back into her skin with pain, and Sam walked into her apartment.

"Matt?" Sam called out as she walked out of her apartment and looked down the stairwell, her eyes widening when she saw Matt laying down on the platform. "Jesus Christ—"

"Hey." Matt frowned as she tumbled down to him, vended down to his level.

"Sorry Mr. Saint. This is why you have a walking stick even if you don't actually need it." She scorned, her eyes glowing a pale white as she examined his bones, quickly darting her eyes to his face.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked as Sam huffed.

"I'm checking to see if you broke anything... again. That bone you broke last night didn't heal all the way and it cracked again. Come on." Sam slowly lifted Matt up as he groaned, frowning.

"Can't you just heal me now?"

"See I would, but this is what you get for trying to leave and not tell me."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"No, but you need a friend that knows about your other half. And right now, that's me, a girl who has the spontaneous capability to heal all wounds except emotional. Plus two different kinds of x-ray vision and a pair of wings that some Christians would assume i'm an angel."

Matt chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, you've always been nice. In your own way."

"I'm nice with discipline." Sam opened her apartment door, continuing to drag Matt back to the pull out bed. "And right now, my discipline for you is forcing you to sit still while I debate fixing that cracked rib." Matt sat down on the bed with a sigh as Sam walked to the kitchen.

"You've changed a bit." Matt said as Sam shrugged, pouring the two of them some water.

"Change is inevitable. And I, for one, consider myself inevitable."

"And why is that?" Matt asked, Sam sitting down next to him, handing over the cup.

"I'm unavoidable. You can't escape my concern no matter how hard you try." Matt nodded, unsure if what she had said was true. Of course, she believed herself to be right, since she had left Matt over a decade ago, and here they were, sitting on a pull out bed drinking horrible water.

There were several things that were inevitable.

Thanos, who wouldn't appear for another few years.

Change.

And the death of Samara Willis. But who knew if her death would be because of the blip, or something far worse.