[center][color=FF5349][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

As Kendra recovered from her vision and tracking down the magic eight ball, she felt whimsical enough to ask it question. [color=FF5349]"Magic eight ball, how likely is this whole thing going to turn into a wild goose chase?"[/color] she said before giving it a little shake. 

After a moment, the eight ball responded: [b]"Better not tell you now."[/b]

Kendra glared down at the object. [color=FF5349]"Smartass,"[/color] they muttered. She turned her attention back to her roommates. [color=FF5349]"Hey, either of you busy? Need someone to give me a lift,"[/color] she asked. Given the spontaneity of her visions, she didn't like to drive herself, even though she could. Far too hazardous.