Sam wasn't exactly mobile, still waiting for a fitting that would happen in just under a month, but when he got her text, he knew that he needed to just suck it up and figure it out.

Packing up his kit with whatever he could think of, he slung his bag over his shoulder, texting Lisbeth where he was going, and then he hobbled downstairs to wait for the car he'd called. The driver eyed his crutches and the empty left leg of his jeans skeptically, but said nothing as Sam tossed his bag and crutches into the backseat and climbed in.

Outside of Marcus's cabin, Sam tipped the driver and made his way carefully up the uneven walk, eyeing the shuttered windows with a growing sense of dread. Knocking on the door, he called out, "Sabrina? It's just me."