Sam looked at Lance. He saw the wound and sighed. "Damn it... Damn it! Damn it!" He shouted, punching himself in the face. "I'm no good at this." Sam looked at Lance's wound and tried to stop the bleeding. "Don't worry buddy, I'll get you fixed up." He said, looking around at the others. "We have to get home."
(All is well in the world now. Congratulate your friend for me.)
Sam helped Lance back to the dorm. Kel walked next to him. "So... These guys made you what you are, now they want to kill you. And I thought things were though for me." Kel said, setting Jordan on the coach.
Sam helped Lance into a chair. "Yeah, but there has to be something I'm missing. They must have been the ones who killed your dad, but for some reason you thought I was the one who did it." He took his sword from his belt and set them on the table. "There is some nut out there calling himself by my name. But why?"