Shadow watched Samantha at his side from her room's window, remaining unseen, as the unbalanced form before her seemed to be covering her with his body -- from Shadow's perspective. Though, this wasn't a surprise to him, he barely flinched when the man dropped his empty bottle of alcohol and made his way towards his daughter's bedroom. Shadow was never one to get in between Samantha and her father during these horrific events, unforgettable scenes. He gently blinked before straying from the window, and continued down the path towards the place both him and Samantha would meet whenever situations such as these made an appearance, the bridge. Once her father would let her free, Samantha could always find him there. Always. Shadow kept his arms to his sides, seemingly un-phased by what he had just witnessed as he approached the wooden steps. His footsteps creaked unsoundly upon the bridge as the quiet creak below held the moonlight's reflection, he moved towards the wooden railing, cupping his hands together as he relaxed his elbows upon the bridge. Shadow made no noise, though, you wouldn't tell if he had with the water moving about, and waited patiently for Samantha's arrival.