It had taken a lot of emotional persuasion to get Al to remove the photo frome its frame. How could it notit was the only decent one he had, of course he was going to be protective of it. then again, bringing it to this rendezvous would (hopefully) put the leap into context for Sam.
When Al stepped out of the Imaging Chamber, it was dark, probably three in the morning give or take fifteen minutes. The room was clean and organized, and clearly belonged to a young boy. Somehow, knowing that this was Sam's room (or rather, the room Sam's host shared with his young nephew) was something of a comfort, not to mention a memory.
Al laid that aside for time being, shifting his attention to Sam. The other man was sleeping, his host's nephew curled against him with a comic book clutched between his fingers, while Sam held a still burning flashlight. Al smiled warmly at the visual before kneeling by the bedside. "Sam, wake up."
Sam blinked at the sound of his name and groaned slightly as he