Wind and Storm

[Sam has found a rather comfy looking parlor sofa and has decided that she's allowed to stretch out across the whole thing, not unlike a cat. She's lying on it, face down, one leg and arm dangling off the side and one arm curled up under her head. If nothing else, she looks aggravated.]

So. Headspace, or whatever. ... You know, I was told I was going to end up somewhere else before too long. What the heck happened to that?