The petite figure perusing the store's wares suddenly paused, one hand stretched out towards a slinky red dress that she wouldn't be able to wear for a while, the other hanging at her side. The purse slipped down her shoulder. One of the members of her security team moved forward to pick it up.<br/><br/>Silently he stood by her side, holding the purse. The others had moved in quickly. None of them knew why she suffered the strange fits, some neurological disorder or something, but they did know that when she had them she was vulnerable. That was why she never went anywhere by herself.<br/><br/>With a shudder, she came out of it. Her fair skin was even more pale than usual and the hand that reached for her purse trembled. Bile burned in the back of her throat. That poor girl... Why could she never See anything pleasant?<br/><br/><em>There's not much pleasant to see,</em>she sighed. All her efforts to help, the money she gave to various charities, the foundations she'd set up, the scholarships and internships her company offered... Was it doing any good? Or was she just trying to drain the ocean with an eyedropper?<br/><br/>Cassandra shook her head to clear it. There was more she could be doing, she knew that. But she didn't want the government looking into her too closely, especially with her condition. They might figure out the truth about her "illness" and what they would do with her children wasn't something she wanted to think about.<br/><br/>The Oracle tried but she could only be in one place at a time. Suddenly the dress didn't look so appealing. Besides, it'd be months before she could fit into it. Her gaze shifted towards the maternity department. Did she dare...? It was going to come out sooner or later.