Current mood:

cranky

It's not a road map, it's just a direction
It took less than five minutes for Marlow to realize that she was meant to be in the same place as the woman who stopped to pick her up. The spell she cast was supposed to take her where she wanted to go, but the closer they drove to the beach, the more certain she was that her spell had been hijacked to take her where she needed to be.

Something was coming, and Sydney and her daughter a part of it. Somehow. Ultimately very bad. Marlow didn't have all the answers. Hardly any answers at all, but she had a gut feeling and the voice in her head telling her to stay.

It would be helpful if Clea would give her a bigger hint than just a whisper that somebody was coming. Sure wouldn't be Santa because her luck didn't run that way.

"You know of any place around yours that I can stay?" she asked Sydney. "Somebody looking for a roommate for week or two?"