“Pretty child, these are for you,” the old woman said, putting the beads around Mary Jane’s neck.

“But…” Mary Jane protested.

“Free of charge, for a good spirit,” the old woman smiled her toothy grin.

“Good spirit?” Mary Jane said confused.

“You are, you are,” the old woman nodded, “So colorful, all the colors of the beads are floating around you. You have a calling.”

“What? A calling?” Mary Jane said, thinking the woman to be mad.

“Its not your last dance,” the old woman said, her eyes locking with Mary Janes, “You have to help someone, two people, a man and a woman. You will meet them on your journey. I know you are on one.”

“Kinda…”

“Good, good, keep going. You have to find them, they are out there, in the desert. They need your help.”

“What help?” Mary Jane said, getting sucked in.

“They are both searching for something so distant to them.”

“What?”

“Love, you have to bring them to love,” she crooned.

“How?”

“You’ll know when it happens.”