Sunday evening (open)
Without a best friend to hang out with anymore, Sammy had taken to spending her free time away from the helicarrier at a 24 hour coffee shop near her apartment. The coffee was plentiful, the wait staff friendly enough, and she could hold down a seat at the counter as long as she liked. Her version of the colonel's Fury Files were practically updating themselves with regular attention and caffeine shots. If she kept this up, her final papers would be written months before they were due.

Good thing she hadn't gotten around to buying plants for the apartment. Between the helicarrier and the coffee shop, she wasn't home enough to remember to water them. The last thing she needed was to be a plant murderer.