<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra smiled back at Blake. She loved seeing his smile, and making him smile and relax a little made Cass feel proud of herself. God knew he needed this break. And she didn't take herself as seriously as some did. It wouldn't do to think she was some sort of great writer, after all. She had never thought of herself as an Artist, with a capital A, and wasn't about to start.<br/><br/>Laughing when Blake said he was a great fisherman, Cassandra shook her head. "We'll see, Lachelle", she replied, watching as he walked outside to take the equipment to his truck. It didn't matter if he was a horrible fisherman, if Cassandra would be honest with herself. For her, Blake could do no wrong, even when he did. She was always willing to forgive anything, and to move on from any problems. Maybe way too willing for her own good. But the thought of something bad happening to her due to whatever issues Blake could have going on never really settled on Cassandra's mind. At least not before now. Apparently, something in that house fed into paranoid thoughts.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Inside, the ghost who had been talking to Sarah didn't reply. He knew when he was pushing his boundaries, and he could always get back to it later. It wasn't like either of them was going anywhere, <span style="text-decoration: underline">right</span>?</span><br/><br/>Downstairs, Cassandra was standing nearly perfectly still. She felt an intense chill down her spine when Sarah's hand got close to her shoulder. Her grip wasn't physically felt, but the woman could feel the chill turning even more intense, and a feeling of hopeless fear. She looked around, almost waiting for someone to come from the woodwork and kill her, or something equally terrible.<br/><br/>Leaping in place when the porch light exploded, Cassandra couldn't help but squeal. She ran in the direction of the door, stopping dead on her tracks. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"My God, Blake!"</span>, she exclaimed, holding out her hand to pull the man inside. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"I am, but you aren't. C-come here, let me take care of this"</span>, she murmured, trying not to freak out.</div>