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[Soft, white noise. The chirping of crickets. It's all a little echoey, like a memory rather than a recording. Then, suddenly, a horrified gasp, and the rustling of heavy fabric. Panicked breathing and sobbing.]

EUGENE

Cass? Love, what's wrong? Take a deep breath; it's alright.

[A long shaky breath. The sobbing subsides.]

EUGENE

Talk to me, Cass. Are you okay?

CASSANDRA

Sorry, I, uh. I had a nightmare. I...

EUGENE

Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?

CASSANDRA

I don’t think you should go to work tomorrow.

EUGENE

Well, that seems a little hasty. I’m sure it was just a nightmare.

CASSANDRA

I’m a psychic, Eugene. Sometimes my dreams are visions.

EUGENE

And sometimes they’re just dreams. There’s no need to jump to conclusions. Tell me what you saw.

CASSANDRA

There was… a lioness and her cubs in the street. And… dead men rising from their graves. And armies in the sky, burning and bleeding. And…

EUGENE

And?

CASSANDRA

And you. A statue of you, bleeding. Like a fountain, pouring out pure blood. And people laughing and dipping their hands in its stream.

EUGENE

Ah. Well, that does sound bad.

CASSANDRA

Please. Stay home with me.

EUGENE

Maybe. But for now, go back to sleep. Dream of better things. I love you, prophetess.