"Maybe. Probably not. His luck's kinda crappy, but my luck's pretty good, and we've kind of thrown our lots in with each other, so... my luck oughta win out. I've put enough time and effort into stacking the deck, I think." Offering Will a sympathetic pat, Sam stepped forward to open the door into the airport. "I've got my lucky rabbit's foot, a lucky button, red slipknots---again, for luck---a whole bracelet of lucky pennies, my lucky pendant; the works."

As soon as Will stepped inside, Sam followed. Fingers crossed (for whose sake, she couldn't say; everyone's?) she craned her neck, peering down the way to where Will's mother was.