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Sam Loomis rode up to where Marion Crane Loomis, his wife, lived. Sam walked up to Marion’s home until a package that was on the porch caught his attention. In response, he smiled, picked up the package and continued on his way. He knocked on the door of Marion’s home.
The in-a-wheelchair since the accident and pregnant Marion had not answered.
Sam knocked again.
Marion smiled before she answered the door, revealing Sam in the process.
“Hi,” Sam smiled down at her.
In response, Marion smiled and laughed. “Hi,” she smiled again.
“This package is for a…” Sam paused as he pretended to the read the package. “Marion Crane Loomis,” he read. “Do you know her,” he asked.
In response, Marion, pretending to think, smiled and brought her finger up to her chin. “I do not,” she said. “However,” she smiled and reached her arm out to take the package. “I can give it to her.”
“Great,” Sam smiled and he handed the package to Marion. “You know,” he smiled, breaking out of character. “Did you want to come with me this time?”
In response, Marion smiled; however, her smile soon disappeared. She looked down sadly and nodded as if out of understanding something. Marion looked back up at Sam.
“Sam,” she said carefully. “You know I’d love to, but I…” She looked down again. “I can’t,” she finished before she looked back up at him.
In response, Sam sadly looked at her.
“You know, I don’t have to go this time,” he started; however, Marion stopped him.
“No, go,” Marion smiled and shooed him away.
“Okay,” Sam sadly said. “I love you…”
“I love you, too, Sam,” Marion sadly said and they kissed.
Sam sadly nodded and he left.
“Bye,” Marion said after him before she decided to go with him.
Later…
Norman Bates killed Sam via blunt head trauma. When Marion found out about this, she heavily mourned.