Mary Jane spent three days on the road after that, mulling around the arid Arizona landscape until she made herself to cross into New Mexico. She was convinced that the old woman had been right somehow, that she really did have some kind of spiritual desert journey to fulfill. But, Mary Jane was still trying to get the whole concept.

She was sweaty and tired and wanted nothing more than a nice glass of Diet Coke to ward off the heat exhaustion. That’s when she saw it, the roadside diner popping out of the middle of nowhere. She pulled over and sat slumped in the driver’s seat for a moment, wondering what she was doing. She should turn around, go home, she thought, this was stupid.

But she wasn’t turning around until she got a Diet Coke, that was for sure. The place only had a few customers but Mary Jane shuffled her way to the door, head down, feeling completely beat. Without looking she ran straight into someone and her little leather pouch from the native woman fell to the ground with a thud.