Room 212 - Monday, mid-morning

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When Cassandra had woken up Saturday unable to remember anything, she had intended to find someone to talk to to see if she could figure things out. But that turned out to be a bad plan because any time she saw someone all she found herself thinking about was how to kill them. So instead of trying to talk to people with thoughts like the throat is open and a simple sweep to take them down and then an elbow to the temple running through her head, she'd gone into hiding.

When she woke up this morning, remembering, she'd decided to head back to the dorms to get some food and a shower. Now she was sitting on her bed, legs folded, trying to come to grips with something she didn't want to believe: that deep down she was a killer. After all, when she'd forgotten everything else, she hadn't forgotten how to kill people.

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Up on the Roof: Monday Night [10-1-07]

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Lana still couldn't stand to spend more than a few minutes at a time in her room - the room she and Jim had shared. So tonight she was up on the roof staring at the moon and the stars and wondering how the hell she was supposed to get over him and whether she should just give up this whole love thing as a bad deal.

She wished Jack were still here, even though he'd told her she gave her heart too easily and wouldn't be surprised about all this. At least he'd have found a way to make her smile. And at the moment she couldn't even imagine that as a possibility.

But for now she'd just sit here avoiding everyone and everything. Maybe she'd sleep up here.


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