She turns to Stephen, who is standing at the far end of the stage. "Stephen, be a dear and bring out my tray of potions. I'm feeling indecisive. I'll let the boy choose."
Stephen walked out onto the stage with a wooden tray covered with several small, unmarked bottles and held it out to Nate. He looked over each of them, not sure at all which one to choose.
"Now then, darling, this is a game we call luck of the draw. Choose a potion, any potion and down the hatch it goes...if you dare."
"Which one is which?" asked Nate.
"Now, that would be cheating. And honestly, I'm not sure I remember. Come on, be adventurous."
Nate took a deep sigh and looked over each of the bottles carefully until he finally picked one. He took a deep breath and uncorked the bottle.
"Well, here goes." Nate lifted the bottle to his lips and downed the contents. He swallowed and then set the bottle down on the tray, waiting for something to happen. He looked out into the audience, seeing and audience staring back at him intently. Nate started to feel nervous as he felt his pulse quicken and he began to perspire. Something was happening, he just wasn't sure what yet.