Likewise, Kate woke up in a bedroom. She sat up in the chair she was in and the first thing she saw was the desk in front of it; books were meticulously stacked and a notebook with perfectly written economics notes (ugh) was open next to a laptop. There wasn't a detail of that room out of place, Kate noted, including the vast spread of Harvard paraphernalia over the walls and the white bedspread without, she was sure, a single wrinkle. And were those...stuffed animals? Gross. Where the hell was she? Where was Cassie?
Kate stepped out just in time to catch the back of whom she was pretty sure was Cassie's blonde head. Thank god. "Psst. Cass?" she whispered as she gingerly approached, just to be sure. She paused only briefly to make a glance at the portraits. Raising her brow, she held up a hand for Cassie's quick assessment of the situation (Kate placed her bet on different universe, great) before she heard both their name's called again. She peered over the railing and then turned back to Cassie again and, staying close, started down the staircase.