It had truthfully been an age, it seemed, since Blake had last been camping.  He remembered it, of course.  His dad felt it would be the only way they could truly ever bond.  They'd camped near Keswick, away from the clubs.  They pitched a tent and endured an unforeseen storm, after which they found themselves hiking through the aftermath of mud.  Blake took a wrong step and fell into a shallow ravine created by the storm, tearing open his knee.  His dad had done his best to patch it up, and even carried him all the way back down the muddy trail.  Despite this, that holiday ended up being one of the most memorable times in his life.<br/><br/>While Cassandra exited to the bedroom, Blake busied himself with her request.  Sandwiches... right, not so difficult.  They were easy enough to put together.  He fit them into some paper bags and left them on the countertop.  Cassandra was still in the bedroom, so he decided to find his fishing rods.  They ought to be in the basement, he thought, but who knows where Cass put them?  He decided to look for them first himself before asking her.<br/><br/>Sarah was observing the two making their plans.  So... they<span style="font-style: italic">already</span>wanted to leave?  She sensed the woman had reservations about the new place.  As she ought to.  When she disappeared into the bedroom, Sarah remained and watched Blake in the kitchen.  He was alone.  She could have a little fun, if she wanted to.  Mess with him a little.  She gathered, from the couple's behaviour, he was no stranger to odd occurrences.  She only wondered to what degree.<br/><br/>Her polished fingers continued to drum across the railing, pondering what she might do.  Nothing so harsh- he was new yet.  She needed to determine what his brand of 'crazy' was, first.  Her chance came when he exited to the basement.  What was he doing down there?  She almost followed.  The ghost in the bedroom gave her pause.  She saw how he had his eyes on Cassandra, not unlike the way she watched Blake- but Sarah didn't like it.  They would not harm her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Just what do you think you're up to?"</span>she pried, folding her arms.  She stood behind him in the hallway.  Cassandra would not be able to see or hear them.  Sarah knew what he was thinking... the look in his eyes.  She grimaced.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You'll not harm her."</span>She added in a threatening undertone.