There was a long pause between them as they sat around the kitchen table. Cassie took her hand off her cheek. The blonde haired Sam also had her hand resting on her cheek, head turned towards the window. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" Turning back towards her, her expression was worn-out. Her eyes weren't as red, but the tiredness seemed to accentuate the purple bags underneath them.

"On base—my mom saved you, Daniel and Uncle Jack. So what I'm trying to ask is, is there any way that mom could still be alive?" Cassie hesitated, knowing that the whole thing sounded crazy. There were also a lot of things that she knew, had found out and had experienced over the years since coming to earth. Things that she probably shouldn't know.

Sam shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. Perhaps it was the numbness of grief, kicking in. Cassie was smart as her mom, so it wasn't actually surprising that she knew as much as she did. "I don't think so, Cass." Shaking her head, she gazed back out the window. "At least not this time." Her voice was very quiet, full of grief. "I think we all want her back just as much as you do."

It grew silent again. Cassie sighed, stood up and walked into the kitchen. That caught Sam's attention as she caught the expression on Cassie's face. She watched her pull out a glass from the cabinet.

The glass resounded a little louder as it hit against the sink. With one hand resting against the sink, palm resting against the metal. Her other hand flipped underneath the handle, in a swift, irritated manner.

Instantly the glass began filling up, and her hand brushed her forehead as she grasped the edge of the sink. Sam stood up slowly, watching behind the counter as Cassie leaned forward; eyes almost mesmerized on the flowing water.

It took a moment before she picked up the glass and took a sip—the water still flowing and hitting against the inside of the sink. She seemed very unconcerned about turning the faucet off and continued to drink quietly.

She was avoiding all eye contact with her, but Sam noticed Cassie clenching and unclenching her fist while draining the glass of all fluid. Once emptied, Sam noticed her increasing the movement of her fist.

Sam moved so she was standing at the end of the counter. Like it was as if time had slowed down, Cass let the glass slip from her hand it fell to the floor, shattering all around her. Her eyes widened, back falling against the counter as she slid down to the floor.

"Cass?" Her voice was full of alarm as there was a cry of pain, which snapped Sam out of her stupor. She maneuvered through the broken glass, only to see tears flowing down Cassie's cheeks; hand raised with a rather large piece of glass sticking into her skin.

Sweeping the floor with her foot to get rid of any broken glass, Sam quickly turned off the faucet and sunk down beside her. Upon further investigation, she saw Cass' hand was shaking and bleeding pretty badly, while her expression was mixed with pain, tears, sadness and anger.

It had been awhile since Sam had been here, but she remembered that somewhere in this kitchen were towels. Reaching over, Sam began opening drawers. Cass looked up at her with a tear stained face. Her voice was shaky and wracked with sobs, as well as void of emotion. "What are you looking for?"

"Towels. Anything to help hold the pressure." Her eyes grew wide when she realized that wasn't the only location that was bleeding—something had slashed through Cass' left wrist as well. Sam looked around for the culprit and saw a piece of glass a few feet away that had been turned sideways and had bits and pieces of blood on the sharp edges.

Sam looked even more frantically and finally found one in the second to middle drawer. Quickly wrapping it around her wrist, in place of a tourniquet, she held to it tightly; glancing back and forth between Cass and the blood seeping through. "Keep your arm raised. It should help stop the bleeding."

She pressed her finger underneath the girl's chin. "You want to talk about it?"

Silently, Cass shook her head and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. "Not really. I should get this cleaned up. Mo—"She tried to stand up, but Sam put a hand on her shoulder to remind her that wasn't a good idea.

"It's okay." Sam ran her fingers through her hair. Cassie leaned her head tiredly on her shoulder, weeping quietly. "It's okay." And then everything went quiet.