The young woman stood a few feet from the gypsy's tent. "This is insane, no one can predict the future", she told herself. The compulsion to enter the tent was overwhelming. The wind blew past her and touched her cheek like an errant spirit. She shivered and turned to leave. This was just crazy! She heard the tent flap open, turned and saw a regal, beautiful woman of an undetermined age standing beside the tent. The gypsy spoke, "You are the french woman? I have been waiting for you to come." "Not exactly a french woman, but my name is Paris," she replied. "How did you know I would be here?" The woman beckoned to Paris, holding the tent flap open for Paris as she walked inside. The gypsy pointed to a pedestal, upon which was a green crystal ball. Paris could see a green mist-like substance within the ball. The gypsy spoke," The crystal foretold of your arrival..."