Three Days Later

Maui, Hawaii

Cassie stood under the spray of the shower. She let the water soak in her hair and washed her face. It had taken a couple of days to wash out all of the blood that was stuck in her hair. No amount of shampoo or conditioner seemed to remove it. But, it soaked out eventually.

Even though she has faced death and survived more times than she could remember, it was still traumatizing for her. She had just killed a man. She knocked Jack back, which caused him to fire upon reflex and kill a thug, but if she didn't, that man would've killed her. It was either him or her. And Cassie was not settled on dying any time soon.

Cassie stared at nothing as the hot water was beginning to seep into her eyes. She blinked, but just stared off into space. She had a sudden flashback. Some years ago, Derek had actually seen Cassie naked and he passed out. It was hilarious, well, for her at least. She suddenly felt the water turning from hot to warm, she decided it was time to get out.

Coming out of the bathroom with soft pajamas on, she walks into her room and hangs up her towel and throws her dirty clothes in a laundry basket. She lies down in bed. It was still early, but she just wanted to sleep.

Who came into the room was none other than her roommate, Derek Lowell. He looked better than Cassie, he didn't have to take showers to wash the blood off cause he had no blood on him. But like Cassie, he was thinking of when he shoved those two gunmen off the cliff and to their deaths. But like with Cassie's case, it was either them or him. He also thought about the other people he had killed in the past.

"Hey Cassie, how are you feeling?" Derek asks Cassie with concern.

"I just took a shower to calm down. I'm so tired." Cassie answers.

"You're tired? It's a quarter to five." Derek said in a voice of confusion.

Cassie didn't really want to walk around the halls of the University of Hawaii Maui. She didn't come to party at college. She went because as of 2029, it's the best school for archeology and she studied to be an archaeologists, same for Derek.

"Are you hungry, thirsty? I will be happy to bring you whatever you want." Derek told.

"No, I just want some privacy. But can you get me some water?" Cassie asks.

"No problem, done." Derek says with a smile. "Anything else you need and I will be happy to get it."

"No, just water will do." Cassie says, sure of herself. She closed her eyes for a brief second and Derek was no longer there and the door to her college dorm was shut. She gazed out at the window. The sunset was beautiful. It was peaceful. Sometimes, after adventures, she would suffer from panic attacks and her way of coping with it is to look at the sunset, or sunrise, or even a painting of picture of the sunset or sunrise.

She felt like sleeping the night through. She just shut her eyes and drifted off. She was awaken by someone shaking her. She slowly opens her eyes. Derek was above her, holding a glass of water for her.

"As you requested Your Majesty, water. Not fountain water, but fresh and purified water." Derek says in a British accent.

Cassie sits up and accepts the glass of water. She sips it slowly, which evolves into huge gulps. Derek actually carefully removes the glass of water from her lips. "Cassie, are you trying to kill yourself? Take sips."

Cassie nods and takes slow sips of water.

"PTSD?" Derek guessed to Cassie's problem. She nods.

"I've been shaky every since I shoot Gail and indirectly killing that other guy. I can still see flashes in my head." She begins. "Did I kill Gail or just wound him, I was unable to confirm?"

"I don't know, but hopefully, he was arrested." Derek says optimistically.

Cassie mutters something. She was once again having flashbacks of all the people she killed. She was never going to get used to this killing. "What time is it?"

"Six o'clock." Derek answers.

"I was asleep for an hour and a half." Cassie says groggily.

"Six o'clock, AM." Derek repeated.

She jumps up from her bed and looks at her alarm clock on the side table. It was six o'clock in the morning. "Derek, why didn't you wake me up?"

"When I came into the room last night, I saw you were asleep, so I let you sleep." Derek explains.

"Oh crap." Cassie cups her face into her hands. "Oh crap. I forgot to submit in an essay for Professor Harvey."

"Done it." Derek says. "While you were asleep, I looked through your bag to see if I could find anything. I found your essay and I turned it in for Prof. Harvey."

"Why were you in my backpack?"

"I wanted some gum."

Cassie gets out of bed. She begins undressing out of her pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a white henny.

Derek saw her completely naked back. He looked down from her back to her feet. She was beautiful. He felt the adrenaline once more, and once again, like the last time Derek saw Cassie naked, he passes out on her bed.

Cassie chuckled. "It never gets old." Now that she was fully dressed, she turns to Derek, who was lying on his back. "My turn to wake you up." She swatts him in the knee. He awoken instantly. "Wakey wakey your hand is looking shaky." She giggles.

"Can it. Did I pass out once again?" Derek asks, groggy.

"Yep, and it is still hilarious. Like in Iceland. You saw me fully completely naked and you fainted. I undressed in front of you intentionally." Cassie is still giggling.

"Why?"

"So I can laugh at your expense." Cassie answers truthfully. As of now, she was completely comfortable with getting naked in front of Derek, as long as he passed out. "I'm going to go get some coffee, you coming?" She puts on a sweatshirt.

"Sure thing." Derek gets up and follows Cassie out the dorm.

They walked around the college campus after they got their coffee from a stand. Cassie was taking slow sips, especially since her coffee was hot and steaming up. Not even the two spoons of creamer could cool it down.

Derek took a long sip before swallowing. Not one had spoken about Mesa Verde or any of their other traumatic adventures. He knows what they needed to take their minds off of everything, a vacation to somewhere exotic and tropical. It was his and Cassie's way of dealing with death, by going on vacation. They had nowhere to be at school.

"So, where do you want to go?"

Cassie turns in Derek's direction. She stared off into space, she couldn't hear what Derek said. "What?"

"I said, where do you want to go?" Derek repeats

"I don't know, anywhere. McDonald's, Burger King, anywhere, I don't really care."

"I meant, for our next adventure. Brazil, Egypt, Hungary, Romania, Honduras, Ukraine, Russia, or Australia?" Derek began listing.

"How about somewhere we've never been to before. Somewhere in Europe though." Cassie suggests.

"Bulgaria, Croatia, Bosnia, Syria, Siberia, Serbia, we've never been to any of those countries."

"Not all of them are in Europe." Cassie points out. "Siberia to be exact."

"Okay then, where do you want to go?" Derek sips his coffee.

"Either Croatia or Bosnia." Cassie answers.

Derek finished his coffee before throwing the cup into a nearby garbage bin. "How about we flip a coin?" Derek says before pulling out a quarter.

"Sure thing buddy." Cassie says, finishing her coffee. "Heads, we go to Croatia."

"So tails we go to Bosnia." Derek finishes. He flips the coin into the air. It comes flying down and Derek catches it in his palm and slaps in on his other hand's wrist. He keeps it covered.

"Wait a second Derek, why are we even going to Croatia or Bosnia?" Cassie asks with uncertainty.

"We should go on vacation so we can get away from the stress. Our last adventure, we killed people, we should at least go do something to take our minds off of it." Derek told.

Cassie thought about that for a moment. Was she really going to go on another adventure to put behind another adventure? Hell yes I am. "Go for it."

Derek removes his hand and reveals what the coin landed on. Tails. "Looks like we are going to Bosnia."

Damian Daniel O'Brien

Born: 1996 (39), Ireland

Hair: Reddish-brown

Eye: Blue

Height: 5'11"

Weight: One-ninety

Nationality: Irish

Damian O'Brien was born to unknown parents in a unknown part of Ireland. His only known living relative was his younger brother Lewis, who is currently a college professor teaching quantum mechanics at MIT. Damian is implied to have lived with abusive parents as he voices extreme disgust whenever he talks about them and is somewhat envious of his brother because he became a huge success. He is currently Keenan Rowan's only trustworthy ally and his main henchman. Damian is a complete and utter sociopath, taking pleasure in killing others mainly for fun. He has no problems killing anybody, with the exception of babies and will never question Rowan's orders.