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It wasn’t that unusual to come into the city for an event. These kind of things drew large crowds, and it was an opportunity for both sides. A time to meet up with contacts, under the guise of a causal bump-in, and to gather first hand information of what changes were going on. In his civilian form, Samson Colt pretended he was just in from some farm land outside the city for the day. Driving an old svu with a switched out license plate, he got himself in… and he’d let himself worry about how to get back out later.

Sam wandered the park, it was almost pleasant, watching people accept the mindless bullshit propaganda they were being fed. Always working at something, Sam had no time to let himself enjoy it. A small notebook in his pocket had scribbled details what he was looking for in between doodles and drafting drawings. If he was caught, few would make out the lines or numbers that could easily have been dimensions and calculations as they were coordinates. But today, something had stopped him from focusing on that notebook.

While in the park, Sam became caught by something that haunted him, a cascade of strawberry blonde hair that was impractically long, and ocean-like blue eyes. Her picture was everywhere, on posters for the event. He was little too late to catch the majority of the stage performances, he watched from a distance. How she moved, how she spoke. It was nearly perfect, but there was just something off about it all that he couldn’t put his finger on. Even if she was nearly right, his mind was tell him no, it’s not her.

He had left the stage area, and continued about his ‘normal’ day. Stopping for a quick meal, Sam was so glad that over the years hot dogs were still as delicious as ever, tan skinned man sat down on the fountain’s edge. Happily chewing, he didn’t even notice the spokeswoman settle near him. What he did notice was the humming.
There she was again, with the face that for some reason seemed just a bit off. But then there was that tune, one he knew so well himself.

All Sam could do was sit there, chewing, and stare at this woman who was so right but wrong. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around it.

Stunned. That was what that laugh did to him, like bells ringing in his ears to accompany the melody of a song he knew so well. It made his heart race.

Heart versus his mind. Powerful magic kept his mind saying no, no this is not the girl. But… Sam shook his head. “Uh… no, you don’t have anything. That was just, a pretty tune.” Finished with his hot dog, Sam tapped the melody with one hand against the hard stone surface he sat on.

Time in a Bottle. Jim Croce. He knew the song all too well. Remembering on back when they were young, or younger to be exact as they both still young now. It played on the radio when he first confessed his feelings out loud to her.

Goosebumps speckled his arm as this young woman scooted closer. Not necessarily a nervous person by nature, the reaction was beyond Sam's control. One hand mindlessly ran to rub his arm, a calming motion. “You could say I’m well versed with it. I guess you do too.”

One hand on the fountain wall still tapped, fingers twiddling a little as if plucking the chords.

It was a hard question to answer. “Um..” was the first word to graze his lips. His reasons for coming to the city waffled between personal and professional. But to the park? His reasons to sticking around as people wandered away from the event… his reasons to be sitting there, on the fountain ledge? That was for her.

Samson cleared his throat. “You could say that. I might’ve left earlier though, if it wasn’t for your face.” He half smiled, with his attempt to be charming. Though he felt a tingle in his spine, like a tug of his inner voice telling him that was a creepy thing to say to a stranger who happened to bare a close resemblance to his girlfriend.

Sam picked up a flyer that happened to be on the ground, with the same face he was looking at plastered on it. “I guess that’s why you’re a poster girl though. Keep us interested.”