Blake idly wondered if she'd opened a window and forgotten about it.  He smiled fondly at her.  She was cute when she joked about their work, even if he didn't believe what she said was true about them.  He was just a grease monkey, but Cassandra had potential to be great.  He'd read everything she'd written, and believed that even if it was “bullshit” in a sense, she was still a fantastic writer and deserved more attention, even if her husband was a little nutty.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“<span style="font-style: italic">Try</span>?  I'll have you know I'm a bloody great fisherman,”</span>he said, hefting the equipment.<span style="color: #FF8000">“I'll prove it!”</span>He turned and walked out the front door, dropping the equipment into his truckbed.  He scowled at the cats still skulking around the property, all seemingly lurking just inches away from an invisible barrier.  Their feline eyes turned toward him, unblinking and impossibly round.  There was something definitely weird here.  Honestly, what was with these cats?  He needed to have a word with Gina.  The cats turned their heads toward the house a moment, ears flattened to their skulls.  Blake raised a brow.  What were they on about?  What about this house was so interesting to them that they seemed to almost be standing watch?  He shook his head and walked back to the house to gather something to sleep in.<br/><br/>Sarah dismissed the other ghost's words with her raised hand.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“Right, he don't need your help,”</span>she said,<span style="color: #FF80FF">“So quit your meddling.”</span>She couldn't hide the fact that his words, nonetheless, stung her.  She crossed her arms over her chest, following Cassandra down the stairs just as Blake went outside.  She stood next to her, observing her.  She felt it, Sarah knew it.  Why else would she be in a hurry to leave?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“You made a mistake in coming here, hunny,”</span>she said sadly, her ghostly hand resting on Cassandra's shoulder.  The woman wouldn't hear her, but she hoped she felt her.  She had to leave before she was here forever- like her.  Her grip turned malicious.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“That good-for-nothing husband of yours don't deserve you.”</span><br/><br/>She stepped outside, and stood on the front steps.  She couldn't go any further than the property line, but those cats wouldn't let her leave the doorstep.  They all turned their heads toward her, their fur bristling as some approached with their ears turned back.  Disgusting creatures.  She watched Blake load his fishing equipment into his truck, watched his puzzled reaction to the cats' behaviours.  Watched, as he shook his head in exasperation and returned to the door.  Her hatred for him boiled over, and she clenched her fist tightly to her side.  The porch light shuddered, and very suddenly exploded in a sleet of glass.  Several fragments shot past the man, and without enough time to shield his face, they lacerated the side of his head, with several small bits entrenching themselves in his skin.<br/><br/>Blake threw himself at the door, shocked by the sudden explosion and unaware of the damage.<span style="color: #FF8000">“Cassandra, are you alright?!”</span>Sarah just smiled darkly and faded as the cats ran away in a frenzy.