Sam sat up and rubbed the shoulder that he'd landed on, an instinctual movement of hand to pain. His other hand brushed the hair out of Bo's face. "Sorry." He smiled down at her sheepishly. "You did write SOS. Are you okay?"

Over where the guy had been, Sam sensed...he couldn't exactly explain it. Missouri'd said he was a psychic but that part of his powers didn't always work very well. It was like a blur or something. "I'd apologize to you for interrupting, but I'm not sorry."