The first place Amstrad checks is the knife-throwing room, but Catch isn't there. The second he checks is the roof. Opening up the latched metal door, rusting by the hinges, Amstrad sees Sam sitting on weeds growing from the black ground. She regards him without surprise and puts down her book.
   "Sam, did you take my clock?" Amstrad asks.
   "No."
   Amstrad sighs and sits down next to her. "I think I knew that already. I want to ask you for a favor."
   She listens.
   "You've fought jawbreakers before, right? You seemed like the only calm person in the chaos last night. Like you'd seen it before."
   She nods.
   "Could you teach us?"
   She thinks for a moment. "Teach you what?"
   "How to stay calm- how to think the right things in combat."
   She rubs her chin. "I don't know... I've never taught before."
   "I want everyone to start sitting together for breakfast. I want everyone to share their skills with the group so that we can really save these people."
   "That's noble. But false hope is dangerous to give."
   "It's not false."
   Sam stands up and turns to face him. her sword is sheathed at her side. "I sense a conflict within you. You aren't who you say you are. I'm interested in that."
   "What? I haven't been lying-"
   "I never said you were lying. But misdirecting the truth. I saw you send a dagger through a jawbreaker's neck with enough momentum left over to lodge itself into concrete... even accounting for adrenaline, that'd make you one of the strongest psychics short of a District Manager."
   Amstrad stares at her through his sunglasses.
   "You talk to yourself. One night you're hopeless and the next you're the leader. You're a very young man and you're out of your depth. I was that way once." she extends a hand to help him up.
   "I'll tell you what I know has helped me. We can make a leader of you yet."
   Amstrad smiles and takes her hand, stands up. "I'll meet you back in the room tonight. I've still gotta find the others."