Sam walked with the crowd, lagging behind once he got close to the Quebec barracks. He observed others go in. A retinal scanner, eh? What was security to a phantom? A retinal scanner meant a log, and a log meant they were tracking his movements, and Sam never was one to be tracked. He would not be followed, he would become a ghost in the machine that was Puriel.

He put his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. His body phased out of reality as he became the........ phantom! He pulled his luggage into the ghostly presence, and slowly shifted into the wall. What was it like to be a phantom? He could not explain it. He could feel the world, and feel the walls around him, but at the same time, he could not. He felt cold and yet not.

His body shifted through the building's architecture, his face shifting inches through the surface of the wall to peer into the next room. The dorms. The beds. Several men were in conversation already, one had left for the sitting room. Excellent. They were distracted.

Samuel gently placed his luggage down against one of the empty beds, and slowly lowered his body into the room. He rematerialized, and to anyone who had missed it, it would seem as if he had already settled down into the dormitories for a nap before anyone else could arrive. Wild!