<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra's Car</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving Home</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Cassandra had to find Adriaana and lead her to the car yet again- that girl still seemed a bit lost in her new environment at times, though she was acclimatizing much faster than Cassie would have expected. She turned up the music on the car's CD player (the radio didn't work, and Cassie preferred her own choice in music anyway), but did not turn it up as loud as usual to avoiding causing Adriaana any discomfort. She smiled as "March of the Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails came blaring out of the speakers.<br/><br/>As they neared home in the battered little car, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, at the same time as Adriaana's phone went off. Adriaana told her the contents of the message after Cassie turned the music down to let her speak. It seemed she would be going out tonight, and that they would be greeted at home by the welcome smell of freshly baked cookies. Pulling into the driveway at home, Cassie smiled at Adriaana as she yanked the handbreak and switched of the ignition.<br/><br/>"<strong>Last one to the cookies is a rotten egg!</strong>" Cassie joked, as she grabbed her backpack from the back seat of the car and headed towards the front door.