Cassandra steps out of a Misty bank of fog a tapestry bag thrown over her left shoulder an gripped by her right hand. She follows a trail a short distance till she comes to the strangest sight she's ever seen. It is a road made of bituminous pitch with sand or gravel bonded together and it's makers have even used white, yellow and white paint stripes to decorate it. 
Feeling adventurous Cassie decides to follow this road as it seems to be headed where the spirits are guiding her.

She is on the road for only minutes when she hears a mixture of sounds approaching from behind her. Rushing wind and a thumping drum are the only two sounds she can place for the others are beyond her experience. Heeding her intuition's warning Cassie steps off the road in time to see a huge metal and glass construct go by faster than a horse may run. Sitting inside the machine are two young men who seem at first aloof but then extremely interested as they pass her. 

The machine slows then stops as one of the men hangs out of a hole where once was glass.

"Hey sweetness why's a fine beauty as yourself walking down Hollow Well Mountain?" He asks Cassie

[B]"I am in search of those that require my aid"[/B].she answers honestly

"Well now if they're in town or on the way why not bring your fine self over here and allow us to give you a ride?" He says back making a delightful offer

Cassie walks to the machine and takes a seat in it's rear where at first she's stunned by the fake leather then fascinated. She an the two young men talk of many things as they go down the mountain then enter town. She is happy to take advantage of their primal lust for her by asking them to drive her where she needs to go.

They ask her cell number confusing her a moment till one holds up his and explains it to her. She tells them she doesn't have one but that if they wish to continue their friendship that here is where she can be reached. The two trade glances as they look past Cassie and at the Mystical Dreams Witches supply and homeopathy store.

Cassie walks into the store, it is crowded with shelves holding bottles of various components and odd contents she cannot place. The store is poorly lit and in the air hangs a dense cloud of incense smoke. In the back of the store softly playing a silver flute sits crosslegged a graying witch and the owner of the place.

("Greetings Darkwing Dancer, I am she you've dreamed of")
[B]"Saúdos escuro Baile á, eu son aquela que soñou"[/B] Says Cassie to the startled woman