Sam had spent the better part of two days thinking about Peter's drawing, and he wasn't any closer to figuring out what it meant - or, at least, what it could realistically mean. As much as he hated to bother other people with his issues, this was something he couldn't work on alone. Luckily, there was one person he could call who might not think he was completely insane.
[For one, please!]
- Room 320, Friday Evening