Olive just lowered her head and groaned to herself, arms over her head to protect it in case anything crazy started happening. She briefly saw a snippet of her death play out on the magic-television, and all color drained from her face. It was only a few seconds long, but showed plenty. A painfully thin young woman was lying in a hospital bed, a breathing mask attached to her face. She groaned again, fingers clawing at her table. With any luck, everyone was too busy focusing on the fight to notice the familiar dark hair.