Private Spot on the Beach, Saturday Morning

Sam felt a little groggy when he first woke up, and he didn't really remember falling asleep in the first place. As he woke up more, he realized that he couldn't remember anything at all, not even his name, or just as importantly, the name of the guy he was curled up with. This could be very uncomfortable.

[For a certain sleeping partner!]

Outside Room 328, Saturday Evening

Sam, who was at least somewhat sure that he was a Sam now, was outside of room 328, playing with the key in his hands. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't have the key to a room unless it was his, but he wasn't positive enough to have tried to unlock the door yet. Maybe if he stood out here long enough, someone would come along and tell him whether or not he should go inside.

[For one person in particular.]