Sam woke. The same panic would flood her body; sending signals of a frantic need that made her feel homesick. All which seemed so silly to her considering she WAS home or at least what home had been for the last 3 years. Years... Wow... The thought struck Sam as if she hadn't felt those exact same words float across her mind countless times; like a banner hitched to the end of some airplane as it was pulled across the blurry landscape of her sleep deprived mind. Or maybe this time the plane flipped through the air spelling out the same words in smoke, even somehow including the long pauses in-between. She knew what it was, what ate at her. From that moment three years ago it began as just a small hole, only just the size of a needle but just as piercing. The hole grew, eating hopes and dreams and leaving nothing but a vacancy that she couldn't figure out--didn't want to figure out...