After Rosewoode went to bed, she could not get to sleep. She was tired but something was bothering. But the thing of it she did not know what it was that was bothering. Finally, after an hour or so,  she rolled over to the edge of the bed, swung her feet over the edge and into her slippers. She pushed the stray strands of hair that came out her red braid as she tossed that night out of her face.<br/>She padded downstairs to put water on for tea in the small kitchen in the back of the Apothecary. She like this spot for several reasons. First it was on a not so busy yet easy to get corner. Secondly, she had an apartment to live in. Thirdly, occupants next to her were normally very quiet since they resided in a grave yard.<br/>Once the water was hot, she pour the water over a teaspoon that held tea leaves. This particular concoction helped to sleep the night. She started to go to the table to sit down but she changed her mind. She headed out to her desk in the store. She only turned on the lights over the desk and check out areas. She sat down at her desk and took a sip of tea. The taro cards seemed to be calling her. These were not the ones that she sold but ones that she herself had made. They have a mystical quality and the cards did help her with various problems in the past.<br/><br/>She dealt out the cards onto the counter in one of the forms she often used when she heard some noises from outside. Upon looking up, Rosewoode saw a body come fly thru the window that faced the cemetery. He landed not too far from the desk. The one card started to spin slowly. Rosewoode looked down at the card. It was the one that she had just made a couple days ago on the spur of the moment. She had the feeling of making a ghost card.  Rosewoode stood up to look at the man whose eyes were of a steel blue and some kind of a ghostly aura around him. Suddenly, the man flew out of her window. Being of the curious nature, Rosewoode picked up her cup of tea and walks over to the broken window. As she looks out, she hears some sort of voices but only sees one person. She looks around while sipping her tea. Then she looks at the tea. Could she have mixed up a wrong mixture? She walks over to the counter to place the tea on the counter where the ghost card was now spinning very quickly.<br/><br/>A loud thunk landed against the door. Rosewoode turned quickly to see a man stumbling in, speaking in two completely different voices. She frowns and places the tea cup down before speaking.<br/>â€œI do not know if I am having a vivid dream or not but I will not stand by and allow my shop be torn to pieces!â€<br/>Rosewoode made a few hand motions and a small dark cloud floated inside the Apothecary. Thunder was heard and then a bright flash of lightening lit up the room an instant before a deluge of ice cold rain dropped on the man that was arguing with himself.