Jessica steps outside and the first thing she notices, even before taking two steps past the front door into the refreshing morning air is a pair of black butterflies, perched nonchalantly on the flower pot that lines the entrance.  And suddenly she hears distinctly feminine voices echoing inside her head!<br/><br/>"Is she the one?"<br/><br/>"How am I supposed to know?  Wait she sees us!"<br/><br/>"Really?  How can you tell?"<br/><br/>"She's looking straight at us."<br/><br/>"Oh, right.  Should we tell the master?"<br/><br/>"He might spank us..."<br/><br/>"You wish."<br/><br/>"And so do you."<br/><br/>"True.  So, should we tell him?"<br/><br/>"Of course!"<br/><br/>And with that they launch themselves lazily into the air, their chatter fading away fast.