Cassie opened up one of the boxes, beginning to pull things out. She tried to not linger on each item, but it was somewhat hard not to, making it take a little longer than she would have liked searching for these tools. As she went through the things, she had to keep reminding herself to stay calm and keep her breathing steady. It wasn’t hard for her to do this surprising, especially knowing Serix was in the room with her.

That made her think back to what she had just done. Why had she kissed him on the cheek like that? She remembered her mother doing that often to her father and her father would return it with a kiss on the forehead. So, why had she just done such a thing to Serix? She hadn’t even thought anything when she did it, it was just instinctive to kiss him on the cheek like that.

In a way, the ways that she and Serix acted around each other, with their teasing and carrying ways that they treated each other, they indeed reminded her of the way her parents and other human couples had treated each other. So….what did that make she and Serix? And how did she feel for him really? Were they just fellow survivors? Or….did she feel something else for him? Did she…love him? The thought of feeling something like that for someone and being in that kind of a relationship in this type of world was something that scared her.

Hearing him speak to her, she was brought away from her thoughts one more, her cheeks a bright red, though impossible to see in the dark, and hearing his stammering and knowing that was caused by her making her nervous, she cursed herself silently. Of course her doing something like that would make him uncomfortable. How could she have been so stupid to have tried something like that? Yes they were on good terms, but that didn’t mean he felt the same that she felt for him. He probably didn’t. She would have to be more careful to hide that from now on and keep her distance so she didn’t make him uncomfortable like that again.

She glanced over to his figure in the dark and shook her head, “N…not yet. I still have two more boxes to go through though.” With that, she set to work going through the other two boxes and she was relieved that in the last box there was indeed a tool box. She sighed and nodded, dragging it over to the door and opening it up. Pulling out a flashlight, she spoke to him again, “Can you hold this for me so I can see the wires?”

When he was doing like she said, she went to woke, struggling to keep her hands steady and from shaking. Taking slow and steady breaths like he was doing helped and after a good ten minutes of clipping wires and putting them back together, the lights began to flicker again and the door slid open. She was quick to get up and move out of the room with him, taking in a deep breath and leaning against the wall, smiling slightly, “We did it. We’re out.”