Thunder cracked again, rattling the earth underneath the teen's feet. Her clothes had been long soaked through, and her hair clung to her face. The rain was oddly fitting in a way she supposed. It was a sufficient cleansing after her grueling journey, washing away the hardships she endured and, well, the two months worth of blood, sweat, tears, and dirt she had accumulated. She shivered as a new wave of relief and nerves simultaneously came over her. Desperately, she wanted to move on from this chapter in her life. Of course, she had always felt capable of navigating the galaxy on her own if she had to, but learning, trying, and failing under the watchful eye of her protective mother was an entirely different beast from this seemingly unending journey that felt like she was searching more for a ghost than a man.

She was here, though. Maybe. She had struck out before, and every wrong move she made threw her further into danger. This was her last chance. If it wasn't him, she resigned to the fact that she would probably never find him. After all, this was probably the impossible task anyway. How did her mother expect her to find someone just based on the title of "The Chief"?

But, with no options left, she held her breath and knocked.

The following seconds seemed endless, but eventually the front door opened. Before her, stood the man she had spent months looking for. She knew it. Her head was spinning and her thoughts couldn't keep up with her mouth.

"Can I come in?" No, she shouldn't have started with that. She mentally chided herself, immediately listing a thousand things that might have been better to say first. She really wanted to get out of the rain though.

The man didn't answer at first, though. He spent a loaded moment just looking at the girl. Studying how much she inexplicably looked like her. The resemblance was uncanny, and even if she and her had no connection, he would have been incredibly surprised if this girl hadn't already picked up the attention of the Galactic Federation. It looked as if she had been through hell and back, so her being on the run seemed likely. Or he was being set up. Both seemed equally likely interruptions of his relatively peaceful (for him) life.

"Can I come in?" She repeated, asking with a new sense of urgency. "It's raining."

Duh. Wordlessly, he opened the door and stepped a side. She shuffled in, the door closing behind her. She took a moment to examine her surroundings. It was somewhat bare house, seemingly stocked with only the essentials. While it may have unnerved others, it gave the teenager a sense of familiarity. It's difficult to acquire possessions when space is at a premium. Her home, be it a space ship or the apartments or houses she and her mom occupied as they jumped from planet to planet had always been quite… spartan.

"Are you the Chief?" He responded with a nod. She decided that this man just didn't talk very much. Not that she wanted him to. She appreciated the moment of silence the reel in her thoughts that were now out of control in her head. Overwhelmed with the idea that her search might be over, she couldn't quite get the words to form an explanation of her current situation. She was stuck in her own mind, and the Chief had to repeat his question twice before she realized he was finally talking to her.

"Who are you?"

"Sam," was what she finally stammered out. She could only manage her name, something that likely meant nothing to the Chief because it doesn't seem to increase any sign of recognition in the his face. She managed to continue, "My mom told me that if I was ever– ever in trouble I could find you."

She, of course, didn't tell her what to do after that. Sam hadn't realized that until just now. What exactly was she supposed to do here?

"Who is your mom?" He asked already knowing the answer, but it seemed impossible. He wanted to hear it from Sam.

"Samus Aran."

"Where is she?"

"She's dead."