Harmony had just forgotten about the scent when it struck her again. It seemed to be coming from in front of her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How can this be?</span>she asked herself, her steps becoming increasingly heavy. Head hanging, she fought past the scent. It was like a blizzard storm to her, but, looking up, she noticed that the male was not experiencing what she was. Could it be because she was psycic?