[Rain falls steadily as you step into the alley, eyes locking with Sam’s.]
You: “What the hell are you doing here?”
Sam: “I could ask you the same thing.”
You: “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
Sam: “Guess I’m full of surprises.”
You: “You’re supposed to be gone.”
Sam: “I don’t follow orders." [A tense silence.]
You: “What do you want?”
Sam: “Maybe I’m looking for you.”
[u continue]
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