Kristin stood on the front step. Her arms crossed and her foot tapping. She had come to this city for escape. The past week had been insane and, after all, it was tough being Hollywood’s next “It” girl.

She shrugged and pushed the door open. What was the harm? The fact that she had ran off to this puny town already proved she had lost it, a visit to the local psychic was just the cherry on top.

Kristin found herself immediately enveloped in a musky, heavily perfumed room. She made a face, nearly turning to leave, but instead decided to stick it out. She cleared her throat, “Excuse me…? Hello…?”

No answer.

She walked forward and pushed the thick, dusty, red curtain that separated the sitting area from the back of the room.

A large woman sat in the incredibly dark room on a pillow with a table draped in purple cloth in front of her. The woman’s eyes fluttered open, and drearily, they looked up at Kristin.

The psychic’s eyes snapped open.

“It’s you…” she whimpered.