The following day, Rori didn't see a trace of that greasy, leather jacketed, long legged guy as she biked towards the nearby market to get a single fillet of salmon. Neither did she see him on the was to her apartment. Her black oriental shorthair cat, Gremlin, was there to greet her at the door with a 'mrryaaa!' as he rubbed his forehead along her calve and on her hands when she reached down to pet him. "You won't believe what happened the other day, Gremlin. Maybe you already know, though."

She cut part of the salmon fillet into small strips for Gremlin and kept the rest for herself. She sizzled it over a skillet with some vegetables.

"I met the person my spell was meant to bring but...I don't know if he's the one." She set poured herself a glass of cold-brewed tea from a pitcher in the fridge and sat down to eat, Gremlin sitting in the corner by the table and glancing up at her. “I asked for someone that could help me find who I'm looking for but he doesn't look like the type for that. What does a cursed mechanic know about the covens?” She poked at her meal, stacking up meat with vegetables on the fork, “Besides he smelled like grease and sweat!”

The cat looked up at her with a rather blank stare, it was more interested in the salmon that was soon enough slid close to him. He placed a paw up on the table, moving in close to daintily pick up the chopped cubes of fish. He just as easily left as he had come by screaming for food.

Rori was left with her food, eating and contemplating what to do with this fellow that was more of a roadblock than anything. She had sensed his ignorance in an instant. He never reacted to her pendant. She looked down to it, magic glowing inside of it. But only seen by those with the sight. it was a way to secretly let each other know who had the bloodline. She placed her dish in the sink along with Gremlin’s flat bowl and walked to one of the two rooms of her condo.

She sat in front of her desk where she had a chalice of water on the west, a candle to the south, a raven's feather to the east, and a crystal in the northern part of the circular motif of the table cloth. An altar of 3 candles one in black, in white and in red. With her eyes closed, she began to pray. “We join our energies with those in the circle and become part of something that is more powerful than the individuals within it. All that falls, rises again, so our friend too shall be reborn.”

She held her left hand over the feather, her right hand hovering over the three candles. “Air is the treasure of life that we breathe, that we are ever grateful for.”

She moved her left hand over the candle “Our life is but a day, our friend has passed into the night.”

Her left hand moved towards the chalice of water to hover over it, “Our tears are like the waters of the ocean and water is the life in our mother's womb.”

Finally, she let her hand loom over the crystal, “As the earth has formed us, we must now return out friend back to that earth. As the mother has given life, she has now taken out friend back into her womb.”

She took a lighter and lit each of the three candles as she focused. “ Mother moon, the goddess, you give life from your own body and you take them back for rebirth. Eternal creation without end. Father sun, born from our mother's womb, you live and die only to be reborn again, the all father and destroyer, and the ruler of the land of the dead. Bless this circle and bless our friend. See them safely to The Cauldron, The Summerland, The Otherside, to await their rebirth from our mother's womb. May they be reborn at the same time as their loved ones, so that they may know and love each other again.” She would let it burn until the candle burnt its flame out on its own. There was no reason to rush or smother the flames out prematurely. The candles would burn as she went to sleep. “Blessed be our dear friend, may your crossing be peaceful and swift.”