Foam pieces of varying sizes covered the floor of the cinema. Certain seats were badly damaged, some completely blown away. The shrapnel from the orb ripped massive holes in the viewing screen and the hole in the ceiling filled the air with a painful mixture of dust and fibreglass.

Two rowes back from where she was originally sitting, for the blast had flung her small frame back farther than the others, lay a still unconscious Cassandra. Her body was sprawled out underneath a particularly large piece of seat foam.

The white of her shirt and jacket slowly turned red from a wound in her abdomen. Thick, dark blood oozing through the fabric. Splinters, plastic, and more fiberglass stuck in her ruined hair, and her breathing came out in harsh wheezes from the scratchy air. She wasn't dying...yet...