Cassandra made sure that The camp was packed up, that they hadn't left any mess, and jumped into the RV, claiming her spot, she looked out the window. She rubbed her arm, as if reminding herseld that there was no mark on it. How could that happen? It had hurt, she remembered the pain. She tried to remember the last thing she could remember, but all she could come up with was Krista's face, and the need
To reach her.

Then blackness.

Was it real? Or just something...weird? Their torn clothes indicated that it was true. She shook her head, and looked about the RV. Without a word, she rose, and went over to Krista, and sitting down beside her, and leaned against her slightly, as if to reassure herself that they were all real