Cassandra smiled at him, one of her more genuine smiles, frankly. She couldn't think of a reason to be angry with him. And she liked the curiosity. It was so very much her own reflection. A male, blond, tall, tan reflection, but the metaphor still stood. She thought. "To go," she said. "To leave. To disappear."

She put her hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. "There's no reason to stay here," she told him. "None at all. So let's go. You and me. Together. There has to be somewhere better."

Suddenly, the prospect was amazingly exciting. "An adventure!" she declared, laughing giddily. "We can have an adventure!"