"Sam..." Amy began, unmoving from where she was still, "It's my fault." She turned and looked over to Jo slowly. Wondering what exactly the other woman had figured out. Clearly she'd figured out something she just wasn't sure what.

"I'm a kitsune." Amy looked away as she said it, because it would be the first time in a long while that she'd actually said that to someone. "You were fine until Sam took my hand, whatever happened it was because of me." She felt bad about that, the more she thought about it, the worse it felt because she'd hurt Sam as well.

Amy was sure about one thing, whatever had opened was now firmly shut. At least there and then. "You can't go back. At least not here, not right now. I'm sorry."