Sam leaned her head back against the wall and thought that she was so, so, very tired of being the one who could fix everything. Just once, could she be the selfish one, or the one who screwed up?

No.

She couldn't.

You play by the rules, you do as you're told and you deny yourself your own desires. Maybe her Replicator copy had known her better than she knew herself, after all.

"I don't want you to leave," she whispered, "but I need you to."