It'd been a long few hours for Sam. His mother had taken care of his dirty clothes and she'd washed his face to make sure any lingering dirt or traces of tears and vomit were wiped away. His cheeks were a little more stubbled than usual, pointing to his forgetting to shave in the face of all that was going on.

The ghosts that tended to bother him during sleep? They weren't there. Sam's pouch was tucked under his shirt, keeping them away while he slept.