Room 212, Tuesday evening [11/20]

[iseewhatyoumean]

Cassandra blinked at the small desk calender she had in her lap. It had snuck up on her. That hadn't happened before. Usually she was thinking about the date weeks in advance. She hadn't even made any plans

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[goodgirlmeg]

Meg was feeling a little less flaily now that she had talked to Isabel and Johnny. She was still lying in her bed though, only now flipping through a magazine.

"You okay?" Meg asked.

[iseewhatyoumean]

Cassandra eyed her roommate for a long moment, then took a deep breath. "I... know this is sort of sudden, but I need a favor."

[goodgirlmeg]

"Sure, anything." Meg said. She felt the need to do good things at the moment since she felt so bad about the weekend.

[iseewhatyoumean]

"I... need the room tomorrow. It's..." she frowned at the calender as she trailed off.

[inthereflexes]

Jack knocked on the door, hoping Cass was available.

Funny, felt like he was just here.

[iseewhatyoumean]

Meg looked like she needed more time alone, so Cassandra went to the door, "Who's there?"

[inthereflexes]

"Jack. Jack Burton." The younger version.

[iseewhatyoumean]

She opened the door and poked her head. "Your young again."