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Cassie feels herself swirling down into unconsciousness.
She's vaguely aware of Billy being near, and she feels what is left of Cassandra being pulled into herself, even as she is spiraling downward.
This is what being made into a cake must feel like..
An indeterminable amount of time later she finds herself in a white space, feeling different. For one thing, she's got all of this knowledge in her head.
She's vaguely aware of Billy being near, and she feels what is left of Cassandra being pulled into herself, even as she is spiraling downward.
This is what being made into a cake must feel like..
An indeterminable amount of time later she finds herself in a white space, feeling different. For one thing, she's got all of this knowledge in her head.