Woah, okay. This is all - seriously weird, and Sam's incredibly dizzy, and she doesn't sound like Naomi because the accent's all wrong, and she's actually just kind of rolling with it so you know, he's gonna roll with it too. At least until the room decides to sit still again. It's rolling and pitching in a very disorienting, chaotic way, and it's sincerely messing with his center of balance so whenever it all decides to calm down is just fine with him.

Sam doesn't have the wherewithal to throw any resistance into what's happening, so he trails after and the light guidance is all he needs to drop into the proffered chair.

"Helen," he repeats almost breathlessly, as if he's just hiked up some overly steep incline and not taken twenty steps across a room. He frowns intensely at the ground and wills his brain to focus. "That's - that's weird. You look - exactly like someone I know. She was an angel, she - "

Sam loses his train of thought.