Sam knew this was his moment to act but he had no idea how to act. He didn't know up from down, he had no idea where he was in his own apartment. It smelled familiar and he knew what direction then had come in but when he spun around, he didn't know when to stop. He lost his footing and slumped against his dresser.

He was home, this was his chance and he was fucking it up. He felt his pants slipping down and tried to move his legs out to keep them up. He turned again to where he heard Cheon moving and took his chance, the only chance he really had. He charged in what direction he assumed Cheon was and hoped he could knock him down,