Cass's hand is found, gripped tightly, like an anchor.

"Do whatever you like - whatever you need to. I just...don't know what to do."

Where to even begin. Should she go in, or stay out here? Should she move, or be still? It's overwhelming, and it's why the tears won't stop. Why, why, when she had tried so hard to be good, to keep herself safe so others wouldn't worry.