Much later that night Cassie pushed her way through the front door of their apartment. She'd meant to be home before this, hopefully when Izzie wasn't at home. She wasn't ready to face her best friend yet, not after the hours she'd just spent wrist deep in hair dye. They'd had to call her in straight from the shop when a whole bus full of tourists had decided on a lark to get their hair dyed all at once. It had been insane. Her head was still pounding from the dye fumes that rarely bothered her at all. Really, they should have just turned the women down on such short notice. Oh well, it was done with now, and she could just drop off the present and head back out. Not that she knew where she was going, but she couldn't stay here, not tonight.<br/><br/>The house was quiet, and so at first she thought that maybe, just maybe, someone out there in the cosmos had decided to smile down on her and Izzie was out. Then she passed by the kitchen, and there Izzie was, looking at her cookbooks. Maybe she could just sneak past and then sneak back out. Usually when Izzie was looking at her cookbooks she was pretty into them. Her level of concentration had more than once resulted in her not hearing a word that Cassie was telling her. All but holding her breath, Cassie decided to give the sneaking by a try.