<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">The ghost smiled when Sarah said he had been using Blake. His expression was of feigned innocence. He waited for her to stop speaking, wincing a bit when her nail tore at his ghostly skin. <span style="color: #00FFFF">“You know… I didn’t really put anything in his head”</span>, the ghost finally replied. His expression remained innocent, but his eyes had a wicked expression. <span style="color: #00FFFF">“I just tapped a little bit in what is already there. Don’t kid yourself, Sarah. He will eventually snap and murder her in her sleep even without my interference”</span>. Pausing, the ghost added a jab. <span style="color: #00FFFF">“You know the type, eh?”</span>.</span><br/><br/>While the two ghosts talked upstairs, Cassandra went downstairs as quickly as she could, backpack in hand. She hadn’t packed a lot, just a couple changes of clothes for each and a pair of sandals each. That would have to do, as they probably wouldn’t stay gone for long. <br/><br/>When Blake showed up, Cassandra let out what sounded suspiciously like a relieved sigh. Dropping the backpack on the floor, she looked back upstairs. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“Yeah, everything is fine. I think we have a draught upstairs, coming into our bedroom”</span>. At least she hoped so. But something inside Cassandra told her that it hadn’t been wind. It was a different feeling, a feeling that she was being watched by someone with not so benign intent.<br/><br/>Forcing herself to smile when Blake showed her the fishing equipment, Cassandra walked up to him. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“I wouldn’t miss the sight of you <span style="font-style: italic">trying</span>… I mean, <span style="font-style: italic">fishing</span>, for the world”</span>, she teased, her hand rubbing his arm. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“That, and I’ll enjoy having you all for myself for a while, before you stick your head inside an engine again, and I sit down to write bullshit”</span>, the woman completed. Cass had never taken herself too seriously, and she felt that they really needed some light humor right now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">“I think we just need something we can sleep on, or in. Maybe we should buy something to cushion the back of your truck and sleep there, instead of a tent? What do you think, honey?”</span>.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that her speech was still faster than the usual pattern, it was clear that Cassandra was slowly calming down. But she still wanted to leave the house and spend a while away. Everything would be normal when they got back. It had to be.</div>