Currently, Anna was sitting on a bench, waiting for Alasdair to be back from where he went when she heard an all too familiar voice.

"Anna, what are you doing here?"

Standing before Anna was a young man who was exceptionally tall but not as tall as Alasdair. If Alasdair wasn't in the picture, he appeared like a sun brightening one's day but not Anna's.

With hatred brewing in her eyes, she raised her head and emotionlessly stared at him, immediately masking up her emotion.

"Why can't I be here, Sam?" She asked back, chuckling lightly but one could hear the ridicule in her tone.

"I…I…didn't…-," Sam was cut off...