While looking through the aisle of various bottles containing who knows what in them, a vial on the rack caught the notice of Joanna's green eyes as she picks the item up from its resting place to throughly examine it. The vial, labeled "Dryder Silk" in strong bold letters with an image of a woman spindling, was filled with what looked to be silken thread and blackened cloves. For a second, she thought she saw one of the cloves moved...or was that just her imagination. Either way, Joann seemed drawn to it before upon hearing the old lady's voice snapping her out of her brief trance. "Go on dear.. it's yours if you want it." "So how much is it?," Joanna asked and the old lady cryptically answered, "It's free, since it is the fate you picked." "Right...," Joanna said before glancing at her watch. "I gotta go." With that, Joanna attempts to run through the park to work hoping to make it in time.