Once again, Cassie woke up suddenly, only to find she was sharing the room with just an empty bed. It was beginning to look like a pattern and she was already was not a fan of deja-vu.
Cassie couldn't even remember how she got home last night. That meant
it couldn't have happened. Right? All just her vivid imagination. That's it.
This time, she didn't hang around to see if Thelma would still come back, she just got up, dressed and left. It was better to be outside doing something, than in her room dwelling on things right now.
[[ooc: All establish-y. Mmm, denial. Fun times.]