After about fifteen minutes of walking Sam had nearly returned to the hideout. She stopped in front of almost every alley, hoping a demon or something would pop out that she could fight, and just waste more time. She cast a glance down over her recent change of clothes that was already blood-spattered, and sighed. She'd have to find another change of clothes soon. It was a shame too, she really liked the purple shirt. She blew a strand of hair away from her face, and reached back to free her hair from the ponytail she'd had it drawn back in. Half of her hair had already escaped anyways. Another few minutes passed, and Sam had arrived. She reached out to open the door of the hideout, and was met with a surprise.