"Who's there?" Sam says.

"Holy shit, Sam, put the gun down. It's me," I say.

Sam squints. Rubs her eyes. Puts the revolver down.

"Good to hear," Sam says. Her speech slurs.

"Was someone in here?" I say. "The outside door was open. Are you OK?"

The mud is heavy on my coveralls. I'm making a mess. But I don't care.

Sam looks around.

"Don't remember anyone," she says.

"Are you OK, though?" I say.

"I think so," she says.

I step outside the bedroom. Sure looks like someone was here. The kitchen area is a mess. Compartments are open. Nothing is where I left it.

I make a mental checklist. Start going through it. Hard to tell if anything's missing. This is Lou's RV, after all.

Wait.

The condoms.

There's an empty package in the garbage. I can't see a used sheath. But the packaging is there.

Sam doesn't see it. I debate whether it's worth telling her.

What am I thinking? Of course it's worth it. She should know.

"There is one thing missing," I say.

"What's that?" Sam says from the bedroom.

"A condom," I say.

Her face goes even blanker.

"Shit," she says.

"Are you sure you're OK? I was keeping an eye out. I didn't see anyone come in. I'm sorry," I say.

Sam closes the divider. I hear her shuffle clothing off. Then silence.

"I'm OK," she says.

"Are you sure?" I say.

"Yeah. Must not've liked what they seen," Sam says.

I don't reply. Not sure what to say.

Sam puts her clothes back on. Opens the divider.

I want to hug her. Can't. I'm filthy.

I start to say something but stop.

There's a knock at the door.

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