Sam left the restaurant feeling drained. Her mind was completely blank, with absolutely nothing to think about or ponder. Feeling glad she was done with everything she had planned today, she climbed into the black Mercedes she came to work in. Gordon drove off without a word as soon as she locked the door. Knowing the car would have to first reach Desmond's office before the mansion, her stomach tightened. She had a lot to think about.
There wasn't even enough time to process everything she had heard from Claire. She just quickly ended the conversation so she could leave the building and get some fresh air. The trip to Desmond's place of work felt way shorter than it should have. Sam just stared out the window, spacing out. She was lost in an abyss of her own thoughts.
