“Dude, she won’t be after you… please,” I said quickly.Anyone else might have had a hard time getting a runner to intentionally paint a target...on their back, but I have a reputation as being fair to the runners I outmaneuver. He had to know I wouldn’t intentionally get him caught this way. I was pretty sure Linara would forfeit him if she did manage to catch him, which I felt was still unlikely. She wanted me, plain and simple.We swapped tunics and took off in different directions. He headed. ..as to where we "scored" the beer).....and s**ttered to find something else to do for the evening.Sheila and I drove around town for a bit, and just happened to notice that one of my best friends, "Eric"....was outside working on his car...so we decided to surprise him with a nice cold beer.Since we were all under the legal drinking age.....a group decision was made to take the beer into the apartment that Eric had just rented....and have our own little party in there. Inside the apartment. “Where are you?”Getting ready to leave. Pythea’s voice took on a mournful tone. I’ve been invited to a dinner in London tonight and we’ll be leaving after that. I’m afraid I won’t get another chance to see you. I’m sorry Harry, I can’t get out of it.“It‘s alright Thea.” Harry nodded. “I understand. So this is goodbye? Until summer I mean.”Harry… Pythea trailed off, Harry could almost hear her sigh. Yes until summer.“Is… is there something else?” Harry asked warily.I… I wish I could tell you. As Kim continued strolling, something caught her eye. On the corner of a street was a fortune telling shop. The name of the shop was PSYCHIC HOUSE!! Outside the shop's windows were the words HAVE YOUR FORTUNE READ. Beneath the first sentence were these words: HAVE YOUR FUTURE TOLD.Kim walked in. There was bell-ringing sound.Inside the shop were all kings of souvenirs. Statues. Crystals and stones displayed inside and on top of glass counters. She saw a poster of an Indian woman with an eye in.