Closing the door behind her, Cassie dumped her bag next to the closet, and proceeded into the kitchen to find something to eat. Great, just great, she thought to herself. So much for a sleepover… brilliant timing to get sick, Abbie, brilliant timing. Cassie rummaged around the fridge, and found some ham and cheese. Digging out some bread from a cupboard, Cassie absentmindedly set about the task of making a sandwich, when she heard a faint noise coming from upstairs. Hm, I thought mom was out tonight, she thought to herself.

'Mom?' she shouted upstairs, but got no response. She started up the stairs, when her mom's scream stopped her cold. And again. It wasn't loud, but it was definitely a scream. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. This can't be good, mom always answers me, and she never screams for no reason. Aliens, NID…? Definitely not good. Better call the police, she thought to herself, starting to feel very nervous, and scared. She quietly snuck downstairs again, grabbed the phone, and started up the stairs again. No, wait. Baseball bat! she thought to herself, remember the baseball bat in the closet by the front-door.

Quite as a mouse, she retrieved the bat, dialled 9-1 and held her finger over the last 1, as she snuck upstairs. Be brave, be brave, she thought to herself. You can do this! She stopped just outside her mother's bedroom, and listened closer. Definitely screaming. And something is crashing about in there. Shit. Wait, if they're in a fight, I can sneak in, hit the bad guy on the head, and be the heroin! Brilliant plan, she thought, as she yanked up the door, baseball bat at ready.

'Cassie!' Janet shouted, and quickly pulled up the blanket to cover herself.

'Cassie!' Daniel shouted, as he fell out of the bed.

'Shit,' Cassie said as she quickly ran out of the room, into the cellar and put on the spare TV. Extra loudly.