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Cassandra was pulled up out of her chair suddenly by Ezekiel grabbing her hand.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go!"
She was worried there was an emergency for a moment, but nothing about his body language said anything was wrong. So she let herself be pulled along to wherever it was that Ezekiel wanted to take her.
It was towards the Backdoor.
"Where are we going exactly?" she asked.
"To Italy."
He did not elaborate and that was only somewhat concerning.
"Why exactly?"
"I want gelato and thought you would want to come along."
Well he wasn't wrong about that.