"Okay," Sadie said, shuffling the deck of cards. "Pick 'em."

Noel picked her ten cards at random, then put them on the wooden receptionist desk in front of her.

Sadie began to turn them over. "Okay, so you got a chariot thingy...Now, what does that mean again...? Crap, I can never get these things...Was that a drop of water?"

"No," Noel said, laughing. "It wasn't. Man, you weren't kidding. You're terrible at tarot."

"No, seriously, was that a drop of water?" Sadie pointed upwards, her face contorted in confusion. "I really don't want to go check it out..." She collected the cards back into a deck and put them off to the side. "I'm tired. And my feet hurt. And I don't like the elevator; it creaks...Would you please go to check it out?"