Sam checked his watch, mostly to make sure the alarm was still set. The last alarm for the last dose. Still a long while to go. He looked at Harry and he saw tear tracks on his face. Saw humanity in his eyes. That was something, wasn't it? That was the person who'd been his friend in there. He would have given anything just for his friend to be back. Just to feel like he had a place in someone's life again.

Turning his head again, he focused on Raphael. He knew he'd been thwarted. What was he going to do, wrestle an archangel? "Tell me any way in which my life has done more good than harm. Because I've confessed all my failings twice in recent memory, so it's all fresh in my mind and I'm coming up short."