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 "Head Powder" in strong bold letters, has ornate Celtic designs pounded into the silvery metal shaker lid with twin faces staring vacantly from either side. Opening it for a brief second, somehow drawn to it, Joanna took a quick sniff before hearing the old lady's voice snapping her out of her brief trance. "Go on dear.. it's yours if you want it." "Sorry," Joanna said. "It just smelled so sweet, and... um... sour." The old lady simply smiled, not bothered by it apparently. "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, placing the Head Powder vial in her purse, Joanna attempts to run through the park to work hoping to make it in time.