She?d escaped the chaos and noise of the Red Dragon Inn finally by bidding her goodnights and taking to the stairs. To Alain?s rooms. He wasn?t there, but she?d known he wouldn?t be. There had been no signs of him since the morning days before that he?d left to do a job that should have been simple. Something had to have gone wrong, that was the only thing Cassie could figure kept him away for so long..

She?d gone to the place listed in the file, but after two days of weather and people alike, any clues of his fate she might?ve been able to pick had been degraded or obliterated completely. She?d even searched in the woods along the roadside, but she?d found nothing, gaining only scrapes and scratches from bushes and low tree branches.

The holster with her blaster went first, then the rest of her clothing, piece by piece, forming a little trail towards the bathroom. She spent a good hour in the shower, just huddling under the hot spray long after the dirt from her searching had been washed away and the scrapes and scratches stopped stinging, until finally it became cold. She turned the water off, but rather than a towel, it was one of Alain?s button up shirts that she wrapped herself in, and then she wrapped herself up in the covers in his bed, still wet from the shower but uncaring. The past few days of too much worry and too little sleep meant it didn?t take her long to fall asleep, huddled there in his shirt and bed.

Her dreams were fragmented and indistinct for the most part, blurry pictures from a tired memory.

Little flashes of images, bits and pieces from the past few days. Bodies twined together in passion, sharing sighs and moans of pleasure, became the bodies in case files, twisted obscenely in death, then before they changed into creatures entirely unfamiliar to her. At one point she was running, running away as fast as she could from an unknown, unseen evil. Just before it swooped down upon her, she fell. Kept falling. And with a flash of green eyes that watched as she fell, she woke. Gasping and struggling with the covers that felt like they were strangling her until she managed to sit up, a hand reaching for Alain automatically before she remembered. The hand fell away like it had been scalded, and she flopped back against the pillows, sighing. She should get up. She should get dressed and get some food in her..

With another sigh she rolled out of the bed, last night?s dreams leaving her confused and unsettled.