Sam grinned and tugged on her hand so he could lead her inside. When he opened the door, the light from the candles that he'd set around the shack were going to be the only points of illumination. He hoped she was able to see the books stacked and surrounding their small table and he hoped it gave off the look of a small library.

He'd tried hard to make it something out of her dreams, something that she'd remember and he hoped he'd succeeded. There were flowers in the center of the table and he'd hidden a few gifts for her in one of the corners. His record player was still playing some softer, jazzy music as well.