D: "Come in, please."
* Her silhouette manifests her figure as she enters the room *
C: "Hey, look, before you say anything.. I know you know..."
D: "Ah yes. I am not upset, if that is what you think."
C: "Well, I mean, you do have a great collection... I didn't think you'd miss a bottle... It was one fucking bottle, Doc!"
D: "Language, Cassandra."
C: "I'm not sorry--I really am not!"
D: "I know, you do not have to be. However, you do know the missing Cabernet Sauvignon is not why you are here."
C: "Ughhhh, yeah I know.. Okay, but I am not sorry for that either."
D: "We set rules--mind you--new rules for a reason."
C: "Ughh yeah but I am sick of waiting and I don't likeeee how I don't get nights anymore either!"
D: "Please, take a seat."
*Her feet shuffle after taking a seat on the leather chair; she's jittery *
D: "I understand, I really do. However, you must be patient. You will get your turn. You will do what is needed when you get a chance at the driver's seat.
D: "Patience, Cassandra."
C: "Yeah yeah, I fucking know. Jesus..."
* She starts picking at her nails, biting her lips, nervously *
D: "You are not the only one having difficulties handling things now that the Host has regained control."
C: "Yes, but it's easy on you boys... It really is, isn't it? He doesn't look at you the way he does me."
D: "Listen, this temple is like a jar made of clay. It is fragile, yes, but what's inside, that's what makes it impregnable. The foundation is built from the treasures inside. Those treasures are each and every one of us."
C: "Ughhh, Doc you and your theories.. fine I'll listen. So what? Without us, the temple breaks? That can't fucking happen--at least, not again, unless someone pushes the jar off the fucking table, ya know?"
D: "That is why there is order to keep away from chaos. To avoid the jar from tipping over and shattering. Do you understand, Cassandra?"
C: "Ya well, what if the Host is the one that tips the fucker over? Then what, Doc? Then we're not all just *treasures* are we? We're fucking dust on the floor."
D: "That is why we all have a role to play."
C: "Easy for you to say when you're a fucking Guardian! Boo-hoo, and what am I? You already have your *role* laid before you...even in your name. Ughh."
D: "I wasn't always a Fixer, or a Guardian. You have to remember, Cassandra. We all evolve. And you will too."
C: "Well, I fucking feel just fine how I am... I just want more time."
D: "Split the grains of sand; share time, Cassandra. And you will see what it feels like to count the grains as the others. We are not alone, not anymore, remember that, please."
C: "Sure, Doc."
D: "Now do me favor, will you? I seem to have forgotten a small task."
C: "You let me take a peek at your collection again, then we'll get to doing favors!"
* A small bargain, a small price: Time *