ooc: Are you just asking for trouble to happen? x) Don't worry, Cassandra's too old (29) to make mistakes...

Cassandra worked silently to the steady ticking of the abundant amount of clocks throughout the room. Her current Turner's wood was rotting. She paused in her work when Meredith spoke.

"I'm doing fine, Meredith. I'm quite sure I don't have any questions. But when I do, I'll ask." The dark haired woman responded. Actually, she did have one question...

'Why has only so little has gone wrong so far?'