Kurt and Sam stepped out of The Foxhole into the early morning air, the neon sign flickering above them as the last of the night's clientele filtered out into the street.
Sam turned back one last time, her teal eyes softening as Imelda appeared in the doorway. The older woman opened her arms, and Sam rushed into them, burying her face in Imelda's shoulder.
"Thank you," Sam whispered. "For everything."
Imelda stroked her hair gently. "You've always been more than just another girl here, Samantha. Remember that."
Sam nodded, pulling back with tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. She waved to the other girls who'd gathered near the entrance, and they waved back, some smiling, others dabbing at their own eyes.
"Take care of yourself, little Crowley!" Lagatha called out, her massive frame blocking most of the doorway.
Sam's face flushed, but she smiled and waved one last time before turning back to Kurt.
