“Sorry, Will. I know it's not what you wanted to hear... but whatever I hear, I'll be in touch.” Sam offered the kid a small, crooked smile. Though it stung to see Will so visibly crushed, the smile felt natural enough, since she had something (hopefully) heartening to say. “Got a plan, and if it doesn't pan out, I got other options.”

Plan B wasn't exactly easy---bottling a message took time and some effort---but it was definitely doable.

“How cold? And, c'mon name names. Don't leave me hanging.”