Lying next to Randy, snuggled in his secure embrace, Cassie struggled to sleep. She couldn't close her eyes for fear of what she would see but mostly out of mistrust for Daniel. She didn't want him scavenging in her head, and she didn't want to inadvertently invade Bolton's subconscious. Although messing with him gave her some joy, she didn't want to play mind games. She wanted him dead.
Daniel corroborating her imminent death had a sobering affect. It made the prospect real, like it could happen. She wasn't ready for death, not yet. There was so much she wanted to do, but it was all that she would miss out on that tore her heart out.
For hours, she bounced from moments of tears to moments of fears, and as the dawn started to seep through the drapes, she was no closer to feeling better. Now she was depressed and even more exhausted than before.