[Sam smiles weakly... but it's genuine all the same. A small, flickering hope that is very roughly kindled — the kind that could be wiped out with a sudden little gust.]

I'm not so sure I believe in miracles, these days...

... But, uh. If you're okay with it — I'd like to read through what's in here.

See if I can scrounge up one of my own.

[Miracles, that is. Fragile, awful, scarce things, 'miracles'.]