<div style="text-align: justify;">While Blake prepared downstairs, Cassandra got things ready upstairs. Her mind wandered a little to the last time she had gone camping. It had been a camping trip organized by the creative writing team in her school, and they had spent long nights up by the fire telling each other the scariest stories their minds could imagine. It had been a lot of fun, and she wondered if Blake would enjoy some storytelling by the fire. Well, maybe not scary stories. She could probably create something adventurous and let him participate actively in the process. And maybe even write it afterwards for him to keep.<br/><br/>Cassandra had to admit she was excited about going camping. Or maybe she was excited about leaving the house for a while. They needed some time to rest their minds and then they would come home and see that the house was, well, just a house. And that they were only tired and stressed, and maybe had overly active imaginations.<br/><br/>Feeling a chill down her spine, Cassandra took a deep breath. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"I really hope I'm not coming down with anything"</span></span>, she thought to herself. Cass rarely got sick, and deep down inside, something in her knew that the problem didn't lie in her health. She could almost bet that any doctor would give her a perfectly clean bill of health right now. <br/><br/>Taking a deep breath and a look around her, Cassandra started stuffing clothes inside a backpack. The sooner they left the house, the better. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The ghost who had been watching the woman smiled. He didn't know what Sarah was up to, but she always had to get involved whenever one of the others set their sights on the lady of the house. <span style="color: #00BFFF">"I was just watching"</span>, the ghost replied, trying his best to look innocent. <span style="color: #00BFFF">"It has been a while since we've last had a brunette. The latest ones have been a neverending stream of blonds"</span>. He smiled and folded his arms as well, now turning around. <span style="color: #00BFFF">"Have you made your plans to get rid of the dear old husband already? He's got a few nuts and bolts loose upstairs, you know"</span>.</span><br/><br/>When the ghost stopped talking, Cassandra, seemingly in a hurry to leave the house, stepped out of the room and passed through both ghosts. Feeling that chill again, the woman tried to ignore it and rushed to the stairs, calling out, maybe in a way of reassuring herself by hearing her own voice. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Blake? Do we have anything for colds?"</span>, she asked, hoping he'd answer quickly.</div>