Dad had given him an order. It was the only thing that kept him from bolting out of the motel room and driving the thousand miles to Stanford. Sam had achieved his dream of being normal, just another civilian. For a while he kept track of Sammy's whereabouts through a local hunter in the area. However that quickly became not enough of a reassurance, he had to see Sammy with his own eyes. That's how he found himself in the back of a dinner spying on his little brother and a blonde. Sammy was happy and smiling. Sammy was safe.