You find yourself standing in front of a strange building. It's more like a house. It is painted with bright red and green paint outdoors, and the building looks like it is rotting. There are pieces of old rotted red and green wood lying on the ground. It is obvious that the owner is taking no steps to fix the problem.

"I told you a conjurerer is not a magician. Did you think he would be a mystic instead?"

"Stop yelling at me! You are making me nervous. Besides, you didn't leave me much to work with. Let's just go try again."

"It doesn't work like that." You both are now standing in front of a Tarot Reader. "There is a reason you took us here. Your brain has subconsciously sent us to this place for some reason. We need to learn more."

"You mean we went to the strip bar for a reason?"

"Possibly. Or maybe you were just horny."

"Well.... it had been a while."

"Maybe your subconscious mind was trying to tell us something through the staff."

You look at Velcro. You are thinking of one thing, but you worry that she might be thinking of the same thing that you might have thought of it, too, which you were... Velcro is vulgar and distasteful but she is balanced, emotionally, and also structured. You always know where she stands before she makes a decision and that makes you feel stable, structured, and happy. You try to hold her hand, but she slaps it away.

"Come on. Let's go in."She says,  "We need to find out why we were sent here."

You both enter.