Sam finally dragged herself back into the living room and switched off the music. On the table was an un-opened bottle of wine. Sam looked at it, should she, she hadn't done that since she was young, and she'd already had a bottle… while the angel was telling her no the devil grabbed the bottle opened it and started to pour it down her throat missing out the glass stage. In ten minutes the bottle was empty and Sam curled up on the floor to sleep.
Sam woke up to her phone ringing; it felt like it was inside her head it was so loud. Sam tried to sit up but a blast of nausea pushed her back to the ground. Sam tried again; a hangover was no worse then being injured in the field she told her reluctant body. She crawled to the phone,
"Hello?" it was meant to sound assertive but came out as a croak.
"Sam get here now, you were due in ten minutes ago, and Jack will not be pleased if you don't show. He looks in a foul mood. Well I don't blame him but still."
Sam interrupted him, "Daniel, you're rambling. And please don't shout"
"Oh erm sorry. And I'm not shouting. Are you ok? You don't sound too good"
"I'm fine, I think, but is there any chance you could come pick me up, I'm not sure I'm able to drive"
"Why aren't you able to drive?" panic was in Daniels voice, he knew Sam loved to be behind the wheel.
"I just had a bit too much to drink" Sam cringed, but at least Daniel would keep it secret.
"I'm on my way. Get ready fast and get some coffee. I'll say your car broke down"
"Thanks Daniel, I really owe you one"
"Yeah you do, but thankfully I know how you can pay be back. I'll explain when I get there" Daniel put the phone down, leaving Sam on the other end no choice but to move, take some aspirin and get ready fast.